I can't seem to put it in a poetic way how he broke me, how he turned me cold. All I can come up with is that I was a piece of art, his favorite, then he saw a mistake and threw me away to start on another.
I can't seem to put it in a poetic way how he broke me, how he turned me cold. All I can come up with is that I was a piece of art, his favorite, then he saw a mistake and threw me away to start on another.
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