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Student @ Babcock University
The heart that never heals
<p>It beats—</p><p>but only because it forgot how to stop.</p><p><br/></p><p>A fragile thing,</p><p>stitched together by trembling hands</p><p>and nights that felt too long</p><p>for a body so small with pain.</p><p><br/></p><p>It remembers every wound.</p><p>Every word that cut.</p><p>Every leaving.</p><p>Every echo of footsteps that didn’t return.</p><p><br/></p><p>Time passes,</p><p>but the ache does not dilute—</p><p>it only settles deeper,</p><p>like dust in an abandoned room</p><p>no one visits anymore.</p><p><br/></p><p>There is no lesson here,</p><p>no soft light waiting at the end.</p><p>Only the quiet certainty</p><p>that some hearts</p><p>don’t break once—</p><p>they break forever,</p><p>slowly, surgically,</p><p>until the hurt becomes a home</p><p>they never wanted</p><p>but cannot leave.</p><p><br/></p><p>And so it beats—</p><p>fragile, faltering,</p><p>not in hope,</p><p>but in surrender.</p>
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Port Harcourt, Nigeria
Port Harcourt, Nigeria
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