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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