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Pieces of a broken
…♥…
Fall onto the floor
…They…
Scatter here, they scatter
…There…
&
Leave a trail just
…Everywhere…
I’m tired, and weak
&
Much to frail
…My…
Only thought at this
…Moment…
Is
What do I need the pieces
…For?..
I have no answer.
…There…
Isn’t time. I’ll leave these
…Useless…
Pieces, leave them all
…Behind…
10:23 PM
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