poem 64
If I was fixed would you still love me? Too bad I'm broken and can't be saved. I'm wallowing in my sadness. Choking on my tears. They've dried up now because I have no more left to cry. Was I blind to see you never cared? Or was I blind to see myself falling apart? -mommamafia
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