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Broken

You broke me

I stood there, tears running down my face

The hurt in my eyes, you could not see

I stood in my place

A dream I once thought could be

But you left in such haste

You broke me

The world cup I never won.

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dark-smile

Published: Jun 30, 2014
LinesWords: 847

Notes: In the spirit of Fifa.
Tags: #sad #depression #world #cry #win #lose #football #soccer #fifa #worldcup

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