Oct 2015
he looked at me as if I was beautiful
I am all shattered fragments,
a soul in tatters,
scars and faded wounds
that still burn deep,
but he loved every one of these things.
I am all shattered fragments,
a soul in tatters,
scars and faded wounds
that still burn deep,
but he loved every one of these things.
(Ireland)
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