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new year, new me.
new year, new me
new year, same old shit, same broken me.
the games they play will never change
the lies they tell will only grow in numbers
and every one
will erode at my happiness
and reduce what could have been mountains
down to only dirt.
i am broken
shattered
irrepairable
destroyed.
i used to be
i try to be
so kind
and compassi...
Monday 1st January 2018 6:57 pm
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