Picking up the pieces
To put myself back together
My worth just the same
But my spirit is fractured
The pain can't be measured
But my suffering will never be forgotten
Lonely yet surrounded by people
So many options nonetheless I remain lifeless
The whole world in my hands and still I feel so empty
Left to pickup the pieces
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Sep 29, 2022
Sep 29, 2022 at 12:52 AM UTC
Picking up the pieces
To put myself back together
My worth just the same
But my spirit is fractured
The pain can't be measured
But my suffering will never be forgotten
Lonely yet surrounded by people
So many options nonetheless I remain lifeless
The whole world in my hands and still I feel so empty
Left to pickup the pieces
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