Broken Down Broken Down
You wish that you got her a little earlier.
When she was still not broken.
Now all you have is regrets.
All that you can do is nothing.
To repair all those things broken because of you.
Once spilled.
Once broken.
Wounded.
Bruised.
All of these.
All your fault.
All because you left the one.
You should protect.
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- Published::
- 10.27.08 / 9pm
- Category:
- On the Spot Writing
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