broken.

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i flirt with death

i'm hardly ever wanted

i'm used up and i'm sad

so i wait by the phone

and wait for someone to

tell me i did well

or that maybe they want to hang out

but that's never going to happen

because my body's fine

but my mind and my heart

are more than bruised,

they're broken

i'm broken.

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