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Last night I let you go.
Aiming for peace, it didn't go as planned.
Standing tall, bloody and broken.
Till the point where I'd thought I had one.

Not once did I stop and think.
Inside I was lost in a maze,
Going around in circles,
High off our past memories.
Today though, I stand alone.



wrote: 15th June 17

Arabella

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More beautiful when broken.

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