And now I am
back into pieces
that you used to gather when
you first saw me
And now I am
shattered,
small and has no worth
back to being wasted
and now I don’t know
who I really am
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 11:03 AM UTC
And now I am
back into pieces
that you used to gather when
you first saw me
And now I am
shattered,
small and has no worth
back to being wasted
and now I don’t know
who I really am
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