We often let go, unaware of the cost,
Neglecting the broken, and letting it be lost.
But what if we tried, with gentle care,
To mend the fractures, and show we truly care?
Perfection may elude, but repair is possible still,
A lesson from a broken clip, a truth to fulfill.
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Who Am I?
PoetryI'm just a shadow of my former self, I ain't the same person. My heart is heavy with all the burden, I don't know where to put it down. Why does it hurts so bad? These are my poetry collections. Hope you like it. :)
