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A Broken Toy.

The painful truth,
Was it wrong for me to know?
When I touched your warmth,
Was it wrong for me to think it's fate?
You played with me
I was just a laughing matter in front of you
You broked it
My heart to pieces
Who will take responsibility?
No one it is the answer..

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