Broken
Alone again you leave me as you come and go freely, breaking me with your exits punishing me with each return. I am not your failure your misfortune your mistake. I wasn’t broken, why did you try to fix me? Sign in to see full entry.
If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: Broken
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