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Broken Pieces Mar 2020
To pretend everything is alright,
It's easier to do once you've snuffed out the light.
But I am slowly drowning in the night,
So I try to help myself and write.
But I'm losing the battle I've fought for years,
Now all I have left are tears.
I've decided I've lost,
Because I'm not ready for the cost.

— The End —