F Ra G M En T S..
f ra g m en t s of what used to be
Normal, happy and pretty care free
br o k en up into bits and parts
clean, clear glass piercing hearts
sh a tte r ed memories of days been spent
words were spoken and sincerely meant
cr u sh e d all my dreams and my hopes too
cannot be fixed, no healing glue
f i x it together, somehow try
to live this life and pretend not to cry
s o me d ay one day any day soon
i'll stand up tall and not want to swoon
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