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Broken Pictures



Broken Pictures, pre-shed tears
what is left of a life full of fears?
Every Corner, every street
come forth the loneness you can't compete.
What of a life unowned by some
filled with anger for everyone.
You cannot face it, nor can you run
There's nothing there, and everything's done.
Peeled up corners, faded features,
There is no end to a life full of broken pictures.

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