

BrokenBrokenBroken
My life lies in ruins like that plant lying there. Once something to be proud of so soft ,bright and fair. But now lies in ruin in a heap everywhere. Its broken.
The light ,it was my hope, my wish and my dreams. It lies on the floor so shattered it seems. The light has gone out, it can ignite no more. A view that if seen could make the heart sore. Its broken.
And of my memories, happiness of the past, well, when you walked in I knew they would not last. Like the picture frame crushed, you tore them apart. Pulled at my e
azure frost
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Who am I?
Just someone who comes to regret most of the real choices he made.
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