You surround yourself with the broken peices trying to make evething better to erase the hurt the pain the past.
Attempting to save souls lost past a point of return.
All the while forgetting to notice yourself begening to fall apart.
Peice by peice that you give away attempting to fix the hurt but in turn only suffering at your loss.
While putting togeather the broken you begin to break and fall.
So you end up the one on the ground looking up at broken faces. Realising you are all one in the same.
well now is that not a broken shame.
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A Look Into My Mind:A Setries of short Stories and Poems
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