repetition, is this it
As I lay here contemplating life, I can't help and wonder what have I done so wrong, where have a failed. every time I finally glue all the shatter pieces of my broken heart. here comes an affortunate soul who is so damaged but yet yawns with all his life to be able to get a hold of any pieces left from my heart. as my heart bleeds out from all the broken cracks, these souls somehow get to hold on for their life to a part of my heart, in a desperate move to be able to obtain a shatter piece of my heart. and as much as I may fight back, they always win the enetable long-lasting battle. with all my might, I hold on to my shatter pieces that I have worked so hard to put back together, but for some unknown reason the same pattern repeats and those unfortunate souls always manage to get away with a piece of my heart and my hard effort shatters everything to the ground again. will I be able to save any pieces of my heart left for how long the glue will keep holding what is left standing. will this be it.
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