Recently I found out that I love broken things
He loves broken things
He feels like He can fix them
yet he has broken wings
can somebody fix him
I mean me or is it you
I'm so confused I can't think
they are in the things that I save
not all whom are lost are doomed to sink Life is an image of what looks like a cave A tunnel a journey that we put together our own way to find peace
As dumb as it sounds I'm stilling waiting to find that last piece
-Hazey
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