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Broken.
Broken like shattered glass,
Scattered shards,
Hopeless.
Hoping for something,
Nothing comes.
What is love?
Is it dangerous?
A feared connection?
Afraid of what?
A mere rejection?
Or something real?
Something true?
Like fearing the feeling of finding a future,
With someone new.
Love is kind,
Let it bloom.
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Dylan
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