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Aug 2013
I was broken,
When we met,
And you never tried
To fix me.

You just blamed me
For my brokenness,
Then fell apart
Yourself.

And now I have lived
For so long
With wind whistling
Through my heart.

I wonder, sometimes,
If I will ever
Be whole
Again.
C R
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C R
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