B r o k e n P i e c e s

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She was wondering still,
What did she do wrong ;
He left her without words,
What could have gone wrong ?

She blamed herself,
Breathlessly begging for air.
Desperation to be heard,
When she knows that nobody care.

She told stories,
Through those scars on her skin.
She told stories,
Trying to get her broken pieces back together.

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