These Four Pieces (Deep Wounds)

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My heart died, pierced with deep wounds. Wherefore, the gate to my heart is shut. Torn asunder into four pieces and fade to gray, all from broken trust. When I was young, I was forgiven but I'm far from healed. The gate is high and the doors shut, I've locked them both and hidden the key. The gate is high and will remain shut.

Author's Note

Boooooooooop.