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Broken

June 12, 2018
By Anonymous

I look up to the ashy gray clouds as cottony snow falls upon my face.

A tear slowly falls down my face as the reminisce of last winter fogs my mind,

images of meeting you for the first time dance across my vision

causing the clouds to darken and

solemnly turn to complete darkness.


I am broken.


It’s as if I’m an engine that belongs to a 1976 mustang,

It takes millions to replace and fix.

In and out of therapy things still don’t work

The same.

Why can’t you understand


You broke me.



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