Broken

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The broken pieces, I picked them up. I always thought, you were the one. You broke my heart and torn me to pieces. I quietly sob while you're with her dreaming. About the future we planned together. Laughing off like nothing mattered. So here I am with a broken wing. Unable to fly, unable to breathe. In this toxic room you filled with the memories, I silently weep, thinking about you and me. Goodbye love, I will cherish the memories. Of the time when it used to be you and me.

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