Mar 2019
I am sorry I am so ****** up
I am a broken clock; an empty cup
I try to retrace my path to find out where I went wrong
What broke me and why I am no longer strong
But before I figure out how I ended up here
My footsteps fade and disappear
I am a broken clock; an empty cup
I try to retrace my path to find out where I went wrong
What broke me and why I am no longer strong
But before I figure out how I ended up here
My footsteps fade and disappear
This came from the heart. It's short but I feel like it says a lot about me.
(29/F/Alaska)
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