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I knew my heart was broken
A pile of shards in my chest.
Of all the things I've written,
Its story was the best.
Through my words you walk,
Through lines of despair,
Over letters filled with pain,
You read without a care.
But my blackened pen still writes,
On paper stained with tears,
I wait for you to read it,
My scream that no one hears.
A pile of shards in my chest.
Of all the things I've written,
Its story was the best.
Through my words you walk,
Through lines of despair,
Over letters filled with pain,
You read without a care.
But my blackened pen still writes,
On paper stained with tears,
I wait for you to read it,
My scream that no one hears.
I was like, 16 ok. It was for a friend.
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