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Andrew Lim Dec 2013
I am broken
Into many pieces.
I have spoken
But nobody listens.
All so consumed
By their wants.
I'd too resume,
But I'm too blunt.

Blunt and broken,
Broken and blunt.
A simple token
Put up front.
Bruised and bleeding,
Bleeding and bruised.
Advice unheeding,
Advice unused.
Andrew Lim Nov 2013
'Ring, ring' goes the phone,
The chatter speaks and speaks.
In this empty home.
Words, on and on repeat.

I could wish, I wish I could.

This is all I’ve known,
On the edge of my seat.
Been here all alone,
Been bearing all this heat.

Doing what I ought, I should.

— The End —