Broken π
A birth of a child can grow into a beautiful human being which can become a mother, father or sister or brother,but most of all A child has become me in a game we call love. I am a child of in my mind βΊοΈ that love's the one's I truly thought was my one and only soulmate π I have failed again but this time my heart is heavily broken That I'm willing ready to die, losing all thoughts in my head confusing must beliefs with mistakes damn painga will I ever see brighter days or untouchable nights again all I can do is pray I wonder will I be able to do even that I'm hurting inside because of this so called thing love or is it a mistakable thing called pleasure in this lonely room of broken hearted.
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