Broken Peices
Let it go,
Leave me alone.
What do you want from me?
I wanted to talk,
But now I walk.
Away from it all,
But is it every really gone?
I must come back,
but I'll never regret the day we met.
It was all so great,
Then slowly started to disinigrate.
I'm sick of fate,
And full of hate.
I must get out,
Without a doubt.
Damaged but not broken.
Just waiting for the words that are yet to be spoken.
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