Almost Gone
Every time I trust,
It's broken by someone.
Every time I love,
I'm crushed.
I walk across the street,
Thinking about my troubles.
A car passes,
I hit the side, and my life flashes.
Almost gone,
But very much alive, I am.
Almost gone,
But no bruises or scratches.
Almost gone,
My troubles should be.
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