I Wish I Wasn't Broken
My heart,
My soul,
My everything.
It's all shattered,
Like a glass that's been dropped.
Carelessly placed,
Toppling to the ground.
Falling faster and faster,
Towards it's end,
Towards it's doom,
Towards it's death.
It falls,
Like me,
To it's end.
Like me...
Like me.
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