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I was always a giver. All I had was just me. Never plenty My soul was never full Never healthy Still I gave away every part of me Every ****** ounce Not one pinched penny I would rip the bandage off I would rip out a chunk Place it in somebody’s hand Many would take it and drop it like it was nasty Too graphic Too pure Too tragic That’s it. I’ve had it. With each person I’ve had it I gave it and they grabbed it. They took it and they stabbed it. And I watched all the madness All the love How. ******* Tragic. ...I’m broken. Broken mind. Broken love. And it all sounds like a broken record.
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Aug 8, 2021
Aug 8, 2021 at 4:03 PM UTC
Broken Record
I was always a giver. All I had was just me. Never plenty My soul was never full Never healthy Still I gave away every part of me Every ****** ounce Not one pinched penny I would rip the bandage off I would rip out a chunk Place it in somebody’s hand Many would take it and drop it like it was nasty Too graphic Too pure Too tragic That’s it. I’ve had it. With each person I’ve had it I gave it and they grabbed it. They took it and they stabbed it. And I watched all the madness All the love How. ******* Tragic. ...I’m broken. Broken mind. Broken love. And it all sounds like a broken record.
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Aug 8, 2021
Aug 8, 2021 at 4:03 PM UTC
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