There is a tearing
Somewhere deep inside
Like an earthquake there is shaking
Breaking me in two
There is a leaking
A bleeding of the old me
Oozing out through the wounds
My pores
Is this simply change
Or some form of creation?
The shaking is giving way to breaking
Which is giving way to shattering
That gives way to complete and utter brokenness
The breaking must come before renewing
But the pain is something you have to live through
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