Everyone is broken. Some more than others. That doesnt't mean we are no good, Someone can always pick up the the pieces, but only if you let them in.
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Sad Poetry #2
PoetryI started to write about everything, pouring all of my soul into words on paper, all the emotions will fill the pages with a magic all on its own for every story has a meaning and I'm just beginning to tell mine #1 tired of life 6/11/20
6/11/20
Everyone is broken. Some more than others. That doesnt't mean we are no good, Someone can always pick up the the pieces, but only if you let them in.
