i sprained my ankle once;
each ligament ripped out of place.
better to be broken, i heard.
you didn't break my heart:
it's torn
and still aches
when it storms,
when it's cold,
and when it moves too fast.
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old injuries.
i sprained my ankle once;
each ligament ripped out of place.
better to be broken, i heard.
you didn't break my heart:
it's torn
and still aches
when it storms,
when it's cold,
and when it moves too fast.