BROKEN PIECES

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Heart shattered 
moons no longer bright
lights now dim
joyless emotion
faded smiles 
dry laughter
shattered pieces 
no fairy tales

Constantly staring into space
fantasies erased 
no strength left
no stories remain
bidding my feeble limbs to walk
move on from the dark past
let's find future somewhere else

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