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Mar 2021
Trust broken like glass
leaves a ****** mess of cuts and bruises
It is not my job to pick up your pieces
when you've made sure I have to pick up mine

Seeing our past through a lens you decided to break
memories I once held so dear
distorted by your jealousy

A family torn apart
ripped from me with such ease
such recklessness
not a second thought

you were right
I do deserve better
You didn't mean it when you said it
but I mean it now
Ian Dankowski
Written by
Ian Dankowski  22/M/California
   Bogdan Dragos
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