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Broken

I'm tired
I'm broken
Sick to my core
Why oh why
Did this happen once more
Confined scared
Alone with you in a room
Another piece broken
Hiding another scar
This can't be all there is
All they are
Tears on the floor
Who will clean them up
Invisible to the naked eye
A constant reminder
All I can ask is why
Why does this keep happening
What am I doing wrong
First I've had someone for me
Hadn't Let myself be open in so long
To have this happen how do I heal
Close my eyes and pretend it was never real.

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