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Nov 2021
Where do I go
how do I start
what do I do
with this broken heart

I feel so alone
like an empty city
a broken bone
full of gilt and pity

I often wonder
if you felt the same
I’m still here
me and my shame

There is no fire
without any flame
clouds turn to thunder
its only me who’s to blame
Written by
Andrew
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