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Shattered glass I hold on to
Cutting my hands, bleeding me dry--
Empty, thoughtless words you spoke
At least I can't say you didn't try.
Love, I called you when you're nothing
But a shadow of that beautiful word,
Just a mere morbid sigh
Still, I can't say you didn't try.
Nightly, I toss and turn and twist,
I screamed, I muffled my cry
All to my poor, restless heart's content
Appreciating still that you did try.
Why do you have to break me with a lie?
Scoundrel! Now you'd wish you didn't try.


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