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Contributed by
voice of the silent
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Sunday, 1st April 2012 @ 12:45:18 AM in AEST
Topic:
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Nobody wants something that's broken
Something they cannot fix
I sit here being silent not a word spoken
Everyone passing my by
No one bothers to ask why
For those that do
Maybe one time it was you
But they are easy come and easy to go
As I tell them I'm fine
Everyone will come to find in time
That I am broken
And the only word I wanted to ever say
Was Help
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Re: Help
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Thursday, 12th April 2012 @ 11:29:17 PM AEST (User
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From one broken person to another, I completely relate to this poem. Sorta reminds me of the emotional mind set of my poem, Broken Ornament.
Nicely done, Kelly.
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