The Art of Broken Glass

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I am a talented broken heart,
My tragedy goes so deep,
I feel so broken every day,
I've mastered being lost

I am a talented lost soul,
So good with poisonous tears,
Oblivion makes its home inside my mind,
I greet with open arms

I am a talented pile of glass,
Shattered and spilling down cracks,
Shards of desolate memories,
I live alongside death

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