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Feb 2020
I had it,
Right here in the palm of my hand,
But my stupid,
Relentless insecurities,
And failure to believe,
Has cost me my life,
My reason for living,
Of course, I will go on,
But never the same,
My glass is shattered,
I,
Shattered, my glass.

(C)eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com
29/02/2020
CLARYT
Written by
CLARYT  F/Ireland
(F/Ireland)   
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