Brittle
You searched for them the way I searched for love you broke promises to me while I broke my own for you you took my smile while I worked bare bone bloody hand sweaty palm broken dreams to bring yours back any innocence left my soul trampling on every desire want need hope that ive ever held in my heart you became the enemy the deceiver the end of me.
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