Su'eddie in Life n' Literature

Every day rises with a pain
Sometimes deep, at other times just plain
Absence in that missing part of the soul
We are never whole
And wake up each day, nursing the hole
That our missed rib strikes into our heartsR2-on-a-cloud

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