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Broken but not dead
Don't try to fix what isn't broken!
Don't say that I am,
or how I should organize my life.
you speak of things of which you don't know the truth.
Through the cracks in my soul, I fell
Have seen and discovered.
The cracks that have arisen,
by people trying to fix that,
which was never broken in the first place.
But now, can't be healed anymore.
Because yes, you broke me
And through those cracks I live,
In a landscape, nobody knows,
nobody but me,
Just don't try fix me,
For I know this will come as a shock;
I happen to love it here.
Don't say that I am,
or how I should organize my life.
you speak of things of which you don't know the truth.
Through the cracks in my soul, I fell
Have seen and discovered.
The cracks that have arisen,
by people trying to fix that,
which was never broken in the first place.
But now, can't be healed anymore.
Because yes, you broke me
And through those cracks I live,
In a landscape, nobody knows,
nobody but me,
Just don't try fix me,
For I know this will come as a shock;
I happen to love it here.
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