Broken

First:

It was a toy,

a favorite of mine.

Fallen on the ground

sadly at rest.

Then:

it was my friendship;

Of only 10 years.

it all came to an end,

in just 10 tiny seconds.

Finally:

It was me.

Labeled by the rest of the world

over a few pieces that had fallen from their place.

So easily someone can deem another as

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“BROKEN”

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