I'm here again, broken a million times.
Is there anything wrong with me?
Everytime i pick up the pieces,
of my sorry self.
I give them all a clean slate,
With hope they will appreciate my efforts,
To keep them in my life.
All they see is an opportunity,
To break me again, into a million pieces
Then I'll be here, Once again.
To pick up the pieces.
©sami_rams
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