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I am broken, my pieces are to small and sharp to put back in place.
Shattered like a glass Vase that as been mistreated, I knew the power of the lies would cause it to break.

I feared the answers of the questions, but for some reason I continue to ask.                 

Now I find myself waking up wishing I was in the past.
Days now long and nights endless I’m not sure if we can clean up this mess.
They say those 3 words means everything, but I guess that depends who they are being said too.   

Did you not listen to the words I said before you accepted that ring?
So now you ask for forgiveness and a chance to change.

I say pick up the pieces and try carrying me once again.
But beware of some missing pieces and you will now find many sharp edges until the healing power of time.