broken

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he came into my life in a beautiful fashion. he made me complete. happy even.

but that was before. before he left. before I reverted back to my old ways and even before I went back to everything.

everything that I used to look to

for comfort and guidance.

now my life is a wreck.

he perfected it. then as always, that

perfect beautiful thing came to an

end. now here I am. lying here

in a broken pile. a waste of space, of

air wven. all because I let one seemingly perfect guy come into my life and

totally mess up my already fucked up

life. I am now terribly broken. beyond repair. nothing can help me.I will never be

the same. and if you must know why it was him.

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