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| by launa |
After being broken so many times
how can it still be whole?
After being pulled two different ways
how can it still be strong?
If for each time being broken
a peice was taken away i would have no heart
So yet why am i still to nice?
Why do i still love so easily?
Trust to soon? And fall to fast? Why?
When will all the good i've done come back to me? When will all this madness and hurting end? |
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