Wounded
I am not whole.
Well, I never was to begin with,
but my dear you have shattered me
so far that it is beyond recognition.
I feel like an empty shell,
going about my business
but not really caring,
keeping my head up
when I feel like just breaking down.
I knew it couldn’t be true,
I should have seen it coming.
You were never mine to hold,
no, you were never mine to keep
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