Torn to pieces, fallen apartIs there nothing left
Of this broken heart?
I myself, a victim of theft
I walked alone to the end of the cliff
Staring off into the distance
Overcome with a feeling of miff
I stare down at none-existance
My heart feels so empty
And my skin, so cold
A life left behind where I had plenty
But it is gone, and I stand here bold
I just hope the angles will carry these broken pieces, because I am scared to jump. Scared to fall.
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