In the end, I stopped trying to fix you.
Not because I stopped caring, but because I realised that's not my job to do.
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Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
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In the end, I stopped trying to fix you.
Not because I stopped caring, but because I realised that's not my job to do.
