She was broken in so many places, it was hard to identify where she hurt the most.
Every part seemed to be clouded with pain.
Who hurt you?, was a question without an answer.
Many cracks left opened, too hard to identify who left the scars.
You could only ponder.
But it hurts, she hurts all over.
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Poetry For The Broken
Poetrycollection of my written poetry if you are sad it might make you sadder
