My LHS
My life
My heart
My story
Broken sidewalks
Abandoned buildings
Shattered glass
Broken minds
Abandoned children
Shattered hearts
My life
My heart
My story
Broken ideas
Abandoned stories
Shattered hopes
Broken character
Abandoned ideals
Shattered morals
My life
My heart
My story
Broken pains
Abandoned fears
Shattered boxes
Broken walls
Abandoned notions
Shattered ceilings
My Life
My heart
My story
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brokenpoetofdreams
What I don't know: I don't know who I am. I don't know where I'm going, or who I want to be. What I do know: Poetry is beautiful. Poetry is humanity stripped down to its core. Poetry is what dreams are made of. And I want to live that dream.
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