right?

you didnt break me.

because it was never your job to break me.

your job was to fix me, well

at least i thought tt was.

you made me realize.

that no one can really save me.

not even myself.

i have been broken so long.

i forgot what it feels like to be whole.

i stopped trying to put myself back together.

i just let the pieces lie on the floor.

but anyways.

no hard feelings.

right?

This poem is about: 
Me

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