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Recovery

Photos that once decorated the wall Now lie torn apart on the floor Letters that once completed the journal Now lie crumbled near the door Heart that once adulated every dream Now lies crushed inside the bones Soul that once triggered every feeling Now lies scarred on its own.
Blank stare, expressionless face Pretentious as an eye of a storm Emanating void with such grace Denial of such an imperious form Silencing all the stormy emotions You expect the situation to be resolved Let the heart, mind, and soul loose Start afresh and get them involved.
The heart is meant for the oceans Stop latching it to the shore Life can be deceiving at times Don't let it get to the heart's core Don't let it break your spirit Don't let it overpower your will I know you've been shattered but Don't lead your life to a standstill.
Putting yourself in other's shoes Seeing through their perspective You've always neglected yourself Never realizing people are defective Neglecting your own wishes You try to meet their demands Getting used time and again For what kind of rewards?
It’s time to straighten up Your mind once and for all Getting used or standing up For yourself, it’s your call It's time to value the one For whom you truly exist That someone being you Value yourself, I insist.
Make moments for new photos Start a journal with a new letter Muster your heart, uplift your soul And life will again be better. So gather up the shattered pieces And embark on a new journey Rise from the ashes of disdain This is your road to recovery.

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