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Aug 2019
I guess after a while,
we just shut off.
We stop feeling,
we stop caring.
We have nothing left to give
so all we do is take.
But taking, without giving
just seems so wrong.
But we're so lost
we don't know how.
We try and we try
and we fail and we fail.
We're failures.
We're not worth anyone's time,
not worth anyone's energy,
and we do not deserve any love.
We are the broken
and
the broken cannot be fixed.
We are broken glass
and if you get too close
all you'll do is get hurt.
We try to love,
but all we leave are
scars and cuts
all over.
The only thing to do that's right
is leave the broken to die.
Written by
Elle Whittington
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