I busted windows trying to get into your life
because your doors were always closed.
I hate that i find myself at the back door
begging for you to open for me again.
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FRAGILE
Poetry"Every word that was once thrown at me made the glass shattered at the end." Collection of poems
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I busted windows trying to get into your life
because your doors were always closed.
I hate that i find myself at the back door
begging for you to open for me again.
