the First time 9/19

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Nobody can help me

I'm lost in my world

I can't find my soul

Or the pieces of my heart.

For years it's been ripped up, torn apart, demolished.

I finally feel my my broken heart on my sleeve.

But that's not my sleeve,

It's my wrist.

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