How can they not see,
That she is broken,
Inside and out.
How can they not see.
How can she not see,
That I know she is broken,
Inside and out.
And I try to fix her,
but how can I,
when I don't have the,
parts to do so.
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Wilted
PoetryShe couldn't see him, But she was all he could see. Raw Poetry, by: Mae Ethlyn
