A part of me died that day.
It came out in my screams,
It faded away into the endless night sky,
It got lost in the bottom of a bottle.
A part of me died that day.
It left my heart,
It left a hole,
It disappeared when the curtains finally closed.
A part of me died that day.
I don’t cry,
I don’t think,
I don’t feel.
Because a part of me died that day.
And it’s never coming back.
Anthea xxx
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