What words shall I use to describe what we've done.
Broken toys from a magic little box.
I was always told to fix it.
Every single time,
"Just fix It."
Break and fix, breaking and fixing.
This is what I've been made into.
A mess of broken springs,
And impossibly shattered dreams.
You look at everyone around me now.
I'm surrounded by small reminders that we are not Us.
You are made too break me.
And I can't fix me anymore.
I'm not your idea of friend I have learned.
You think me wrong.
Over dramatic,
Over blown.
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