My World

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He was once my world

He was the beauty in a crumbled world.

He could make any one's day.

He promised he would fix the world just for me.

He promised.

but what do I see?

The world is still broken, destroyed, humbled,

for he is a rich man

Making his life on the destruction of our world

He refused to fix what he had destroyed.

And I... I could not love a man

who would so carefree and joyously

destroy me...


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