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The tender, thorny crack in my soul
keeps stubbornly scratching,
and picking at scabs of those thousand yesterdays
that should never have been.

Was there ever a pain that faded quietly away
without the tedious midnight parade;
or the broken-glass smile that is somehow required,
by the fierce, screaming dawn of today?