for the broken
I've spent my days on what should have never concerned me .
I poured my time into people who never really wanted me.
Not long term anyway
I'll still nod my head as if I'm okay.
I'm broken.
I'm defeated.
I want not a bit more conflict
I'd rather go off on my own though I know it's a death sentence.
I've tried to talk to God to have him understand my repentance.
I'm broken still bruising
It's no wonder why in this
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