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Broken
My life is nothing near grate.
Nothing near a bliss.
To you I'm happy.
And you think my life is grate.
But honestly you have no idea.
Becuase I'm breaking inside.
And my hart is almost about to break.
But inside I'm already broken.
Becuase stolen was my token.
My life and hart is broke.
I fear it can't be mended.
poem
by
Amy Louise Kerswell
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