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Feb 2019
My hands clasped together,
Meaningless.
Sorry Words Repeated
Like scripture.
All those God ****** forgotten promises.

I always knew that you were a little broken.
But when did i
become so lost?
I can't think to how it started.
when did things become so off?

But now reflecting back on it?
Maybe, just maybe
There is something broken hidden in all of us.
Roseanna
Written by
Roseanna  24/F/UK
(24/F/UK)   
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