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Sort of a poem about the last post.

Shattered

Laying on my bed

Thinking of anything

But the one thing I dread

It's hard

Hard to confess

Yea, maybe I do

Maybe I do like you

Yea, you've been told

You said no

Now here I lay,

Feeling shattered

I knew you would say

"No"

I thought it wouldn't hurt

At least as much as it does

It hit me in the heart.

Baby, you don't see yourself in my eyes

And I wish you could

Just to see how much you mean to me

That picture frame lying on my bedside table

A picture of us together

Now it's broken

Glass on the floor,

Blood and tear stains on my cheeks

As I cry myself to sleep

Wanting to die,

My heart shattered

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