A poem by Jason Branch, junior Psychology major
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Does that piece of your heart still ache
When you think of me
Is there melancholy in a place
That doesn’t hurt
Will you find solace in knowing you broke me
Is the end worth casting me into the dirt
Can you love with a heart that does not ache
With a soul that feels no pain
Where the only grip of fear is that of loneliness
And not the remorse of a choice made to maim
When you reuse lines that were originally meant for me
Do you remember what I said that day
Or were they all rehearsed and recycled
To put back into play
When you did what you did
Was your intention to curse me
Or was it a lack of thought that
Made you forget empathy
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