Poetry

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There's a hole in her heart
That only God can fill
He can heal her deepest hurt
And make her soul still

But she'd rather turn to an empty filler
That can never fill the void
It tries to replace the Healer
But of true substance it is devoid

It offers her fleeting happiness
That numbs away her pain
But it's all on the surface
And can never break her chain

And if she thinks she's complete
No hole to fill, no wound to heal
Saying, "I can stand on my own feet"
That shows she's not being real

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