I knew this was coming.
It's not the first.
And it's not the last.
But it seems my past will forever be my future.
Over and over,
I fall.
Over and over,
They forget to catch me.
Over and over,
I end up shattered on the ground.
All my friends hover around,
Making soothing sounds.
But I dont want to listen,
Relwase the hounds,
After they recive my sent.
My heart is sent.
It can't beat much longer,
It's falling apart,
Just like we did.
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