It’s been years and we don’t talk.
Formalities long strewn aside like shards of broken glass,
from a mirror that once reflected
everything that could have been
if I had just let you get to me.
I’ve broken you
I’ve been broken
I’ve bled all over the sanity
That used to hold me together
But the only person who kept me going,
the only face that kept popping
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