Rising Sun

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By bedazzled

These shreds of heart shouldn't push a pulse any longer. Broken palpitations of a broken heart, sound a drum roll for my last breath. I won't live for the family that doesn't understand me, for the man who will never truly love me, or for the world who never really liked me. I would only strangle on the dawn chorus. I would only choke on the morning dew. Don't you cry for me with your crimson tears and your dirt stained words. I would only fall on the rising sun's rays.

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