Riddled with sorrow…
Torn by words…
Shattered by pain…
Laughter…
Mockery…
My sins…
Reflected upon me…
How deep my remorse…
Yet I cannot undo…
What has been broken…
Some things cannot be mended…
No matter how hard we yearn…
Some things remain broken…
No matter what we do…
The wound will be there still…
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jæja endilega komið með álit..:)
S.s.S