I changed my
pen
I changed my
shirt
I changed my
drink
With a
broken heart
I slept in
bed
I tripped on
door
I banged my
head
On the
bloody floor
I did not
fly
I did not
eat
I did not
yell
With tears discreet
I love her
not
I love her
do
I hate
myself
The woe in
two
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