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Dec 2021
How do you live?
How do you breathe?
How do you not bother,
To even think of me

I've been hurt before,
But not this bad.
I've been broken a lot,
But never this sad.

You were mine,
You were home.
Now you're the place,
I leave alone.

Life will move on,
Life will spin more.
Life doesn't see me,
And my life was torn.
Broken Pieces
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Broken Pieces  17/F/Looking for homeπŸ›£οΈ
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