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May 2013
I've got an empty page
And a million things to say
If only I can find a phrase
That won't make you turn away

Everyone is broken
I'm alone and the same
Walking with the broken soul
I got to start this game

Trying to find one made for me
I'll know her by the way she seems
Broken in a different way
Expressing all she sees
With the pieces missing from me

And she'll burn with the anger
Of a false love
But she searches for her missing pieces
So the flames will let up.
I feel this piece is unfinished, but it may be because the story is still unfolding.
wanderer
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wanderer
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