Shot

She got shot in the heart.
She got shot so many times
that she started to doubt
if any of it was remaining.

Had the sweetest of girls lost her spark?
I cannot tell.
She could no longer distinguish
heaven from hell.

So she spent her life
crafting works of art
with the various pieces
of her broken heart.

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