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Broken

Broken 

Sometimes I feel as if I am broken
Broken beyond what glue can fix 
Jagged pieces spread every where
 I look Inside my head

Yeah,
I must be broken
My imperfections 
becoming something I can’t hide 

I am broken, 
My fake smiles
becoming more evident everyday
Happiness i can’t reach haunting me 
Taunting me through the night

Why am I so broken
Pieces of my pieces shatt...

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