poem three

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TW:bad childhood, failure to stay safe, just overall sad

and there they sat
broken pieces sewed up like a rag doll
all from a childhood they never got
from shattered hopes and dreams
ones they once tried to keep hidden from the too rough fingers of the world
Yet somehow and someway they failed
So instead the world took its grasp pain those figments of their youth
and crushed them
like a leaf on an early fall morning
shattered them
like a promise made between two people yet only one remembers
broken like the trust of the forgotten, the left behind
so there they sat,falling apart at the seems

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