Broken pieces
Mysterious
We are all writers of our story Some with pain and some with glory Some write past, their sad history While some use their pens to gain their victory You and I are the same When it comes to being in human race And we both play the game The difference is what we have to face They don't know who I was before That don't know how I swam across the shore I will wait till the pain eases As I put back all my broken pieces
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Madison Tyler
This is beautiful😍
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Mysterious
@Madison Tyler Thank you so much♥️
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aweww thanks alot♥️
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If it wasn't for you, I would have fought the wall to the pain. If you weren't mine, I'd die every night from losing blood. If it wasn't for your faith, I'd have given up a long time ago. If it were my will, I would stay with you forever. If you'd gone, I'd have been the old emptiness. You would have taken my heart, and instead of it there was an empty aperture. If it wasn't for you, I'd blazed in forgiveness. Would have burned to ashes, until ground, I would have until the last healing.
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