The silence hurts. But what hurts worse is the knife he stabbed me with deep inside. Am I just here for all to see when the one I love ignores me and steps all over me, smashing my feelings and heart like yesterdays trash? But does love really die off? Love does not die, it continues on, hurting on the inside while trying to live on the outside.

tiny little speck
brushed aside
forever gone
like a grain of sand
on a beach
forgotten forever
yet always there
for all to see
for all to ignore
for all to painfully step on

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