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Feb 26
I will now gather my broken pieces,
Though they once fit perfectly with yours.
But now, I can never call you mine—
Not anymore.

The music in my ears echoes the ache in my soul,
While my words transcribe this heartbreak.
This is all I have left to show,
And I write it for my own sake.
Lost Indeed
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Lost Indeed  26/M
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