Broken heart

For some It look like an ancient castle With rumours of ghost Of those dead traitors. For some it look like an Empty playground Where once were cherished memories Now turned to a barren land For some it look like the carnival rides With no functioning and broken seats. Rollar coster is frozen with cold snow. For some it look like a old school With broken rooms That were once filled with children Selfless smile.

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