a broken plate once smashed on the ground,
a broken doll left unused,
a broken finger left to heal.
here sits my broken heart,
begging to be healed,
what was once beating,
has stopped,
cracked,
broken.
a fragile heart that was once nurtured has been broken,
left unused,
waiting to heal,
waiting to be cared for,
like it once was.
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