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Jan 2020
I say sorry to the people
I have questioned for their sanity
When they have broken their phones
Over a lost relationship

I say sorry for taking you for weak
For exploding because of a breakup

Now I lay in my bed, only with my books
Because my chair is broken
My laptop is screenless
Our photos burnt
And my phone in pieces

Same as my heart
Written by
Stan  London
(London)   
99
   Bogdan Dragos
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