i wonder how many times my hearts been broken
how many tiny pieces there are
have they built themselves back together again?
or are they still laying on the floor
broken shards stabbing into my chest.
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1:01am thoughts
Poetryat 1 past 1 in the am when the world is falling apart what would you think about?
fourteenth thought.
i wonder how many times my hearts been broken
how many tiny pieces there are
have they built themselves back together again?
or are they still laying on the floor
broken shards stabbing into my chest.