When I was broken,
You picked up my pieces
And put me together
Making me whole again,
Only to end up
Hurling stones
To smash and pick me
Everyday.
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Oh dear. What a nightmare to have trusted and then be shattered again.
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Happens all the time in love marriages…you marry believing in he is a God. He turns out to be Mars.
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Ha!
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