who am I without you.....
(breathing in)
I'm a broken pieces of glass that can never be fix, I'm trying to put myself back together but just like paper once you rip the paper you can put it back together, but it will never be the same again. wondering late at night who am I and how do I make myself better,
never know the answers to that question sadly.
Who am I, am I a song on the radio everyone hears but never knows the name.
Who am I, to you...
- Thoughts
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In a Lifetime
PoetryIn a lifetime I have felt lost Heartbreaking, Love, and sadness But one thing I can say is That feeling always come back.
