BROKEN HEART
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The Poem you penned, the guitar you played
The song you wrote and the fic you created
all lay around scattered
and you think it doesnt matter
you see them becoming rusty
you see them becoming dusty
yet you dont care
cause you think your heart is all wear
Your heart cries your brain dires
and at a faster pace
all for the silly craze
and always you are out of space
overcome that feeling
overpower the situation
get hold of urself
before you are completely lost
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