Broken
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This poem is written by my thoughts, past and heartbreaks. This is where I put all the bleeding words in my head. A broken poem from a broken pen. And this poem is not just for me. I also write to rescue those dying hearts. I write for those who can't voice out their anguish.
Poem. Broken. Poem.
✅ Nov 10, 2017 -
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