BrokenA Poem by Austin
I remember that smile;
saw it once or twice. Everything is different, though. That smile is just a bit tweaked; just ever so slightly different, but that little tweak; that slight differentiation; it means everything, a world of difference. You're world is different. I've been proven wrong; entirely wrong, and now I feel, well, broken.
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Added on October 6, 2010 Last Updated on October 6, 2010 Author
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