I have my fair share of cracks and scars. I’ve been drowned, suffocated, frozen beneath a lake. I’ve been through fire and storms, Sha...
I came in with wide eyes and an open mind
And by week 2, you tore it apart.
My outlet--
My lifeline--
You stole it all from me,
Left me in smithereens,
But you turned around
And walked away.
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