Broken
I look around to see the glass.
It's shattered,
Almost to dust.
It's broken,
Why must
It be broken?
These
Words of mine,
I try to speak them,
But they
They are like
Like the pieces of my heart.
Almost to dust.
Broken.
Why must
It be broken?
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