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Mar 2020
All these promises are said,
But most of them just end up dead.

I wanted nothing more than to be okay,
But the ones I loved continued to walk away.

I'm sorry, was I not good enough?
This life of mine is just so rough.

Can I do anything to make you stay?
Will you take the pain away?

They begin to walk away and fast,
And I realize that love doesn't last.
Broken Pieces
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Broken Pieces  19/F/Looking for homeπŸ›£οΈ
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