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The heart is fragile, easily broken
Not so easily fixed
This is a delicate part of me
You took it, smashed it,
And left me with the pieces
Now that I have repaired slightly
There is someone new to help
Who truly loves me
He is not like you
Not in the slightest bit
He is caring and gentle, yet strong
Willing to help me rebuild
To rebuild what you broke
What you should be repairing
But no, I cannot expect that of you
I learned to expect nothing of you
Except betrayal
For that is all you have given me
Not so easily fixed
This is a delicate part of me
You took it, smashed it,
And left me with the pieces
Now that I have repaired slightly
There is someone new to help
Who truly loves me
He is not like you
Not in the slightest bit
He is caring and gentle, yet strong
Willing to help me rebuild
To rebuild what you broke
What you should be repairing
But no, I cannot expect that of you
I learned to expect nothing of you
Except betrayal
For that is all you have given me
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It doesn't matter who has made you
It doesn't matter where you are
You could be born in China
Or nay other place, near or far.
It only matters what you do
And how you play the game
Of life itself, no easy task
To get to wealth and fame
Or perhaps you want a simpler life
Which is quite alright
But for both you must always work
Be it rain, snow, day or night.
We are only what we make ourselves
So let's get this straight right now
Don't listen to what others say
At the end be sure you can say...
Wow...
Care not for servants. traitors, sycophants and liars
Nor for life's many pits, trips, potholes and briars.
Focus on your chosen path and stick t
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The beginning of the our end.
So there we stood, surrounded by a silence that had deafened our souls yet we choose to continue to let it consume us,as we avoided eye contact.I felt my skin burning. My heart pounded as I spoke weakly,freeing us that screaming silence that had frozen us in time.
"I break everything I touch. Did I not tell you so?"
He replied with wrath and dispair," Do not give me your cheap phrases,stop bull-shitting with me."
I looked up at him,his eyes burning in anger that suddenly transformed into sadness, and then he said to me, " I know you, you know me. You don't have to recite all your frustrated poetry, you don't
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I guess we're all alone in our minds
Alone in our hearts, in our
Hidden sufferings and cesspool of
Pain and confusion and longing
I wish I know what I'm doing this for
What im inflicting these on us for
it hurts to know that you won't know me
and i won't be there for you anymore
I'm sorry
and I don't think my sorry is enough
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