Look at your broken heart splattered all over the canvas,
the saddest part is that you didn't plan this.
You just saw your own teardrop filled with doubts,
while you felt your hands tremble with anger.
Looking at yourself in the mirror and seeing a stranger.
You start to wonder what's wrong and what's happening,
and start to wonder what could've been.
You grab your pillow with a certain clutch,
realizing all this happened because you cared too much.

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