glass
i broke us
like the glass i dropped
we shattered
and the pieces were left behind
to scar when i think of you
every time
the shards pierce my steps
i remember
how beautiful we were
but we burnt too bright
then
we burnt out
maybe
i should clean up the broken glass
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