Broken Glass

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Broken glass, left shattered as i pick up whats left of my heart and try to regain the composure i had when we were together, but it's not the same. I cant birng myself to imagine being even half a person without breathing the air you breathe at leastt once a day. I can't do me without you. What do i do now? There is no us or we so where do i go, what do i do?. What was life before us, before you. FOr us to call it quits, it amazes me that the world hasnt stopped spinning. I dont have any air left to breathe. if i could just pass out, maybe missing you would hurt less and i could just go on. But i cant and it wont so until it does tell me what is it, what do i do to help ease the pain of missing you? "Paris Shani Poole"





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