I follow a trail,
Made of broken hearts,
And forgotten souls.
I want to go home.
But I can't find my way,
Off this trail.
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Black and White and Everything Else In Between
PoetryI've learned to glue myself together Whenever I break. But glue expires, A n d s o d o i ;
(✔️).
I follow a trail,
Made of broken hearts,
And forgotten souls.
I want to go home.
But I can't find my way,
Off this trail.
