My fingers are numb.
Hands are cold.
Heart is broken.
Why did I trust him?
Put so much freaking hope in him?
I should've know.
I'm always left alone.

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Short poems, written in free time with a wondering mind.
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My fingers are numb.
Hands are cold.
Heart is broken.
Why did I trust him?
Put so much freaking hope in him?
I should've know.
I'm always left alone.