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� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �My life is a scrap yard
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � broken pieces on the ground

� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �Junked up corroded memories
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � rusting slowly all around

� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � Sharp jagged edges from my past
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � cutting deeply into me

� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � Infecting inside my blood stream
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �with deep pain and misery

� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �Wind gusting dust through my mind
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �that has now run so dry

� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �Blowing away all of my old fallen tears
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � that I have hidden cried

� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �I have scrapped all my hope for finding love
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � tried to many times before

� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �I will not add broken pieces to the scrap yard
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �have no pieces to give anymore

Written by Rogerh

Published 21st Mar 2018

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