The scattered shards of my soul and heart,
You see me try,
Trying to fix them,
But they are chipped, cracked,
A few are missing,
They're discoloured,
Stained by my trauma,
Yet,
Here I am.
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 9:36 PM UTC
The scattered shards of my soul and heart,
You see me try,
Trying to fix them,
But they are chipped, cracked,
A few are missing,
They're discoloured,
Stained by my trauma,
Yet,
Here I am.
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