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My heart is broken so much
That it has turned into dust
My wings have been ripped so much
That they are now tiny shreds of paper
My soul is so worn
Now it’s just a whisper of smoke
I’ve been beaten and worn down
I just can’t seem to be fixed
I feel like a toy on the shelf
And none of the kids want to play with me
I feel so ugly, torn and broken
Just feeling like everyone is passing me by
Like I am some little piece of nothing
And they just use me and walk all over me
And after everyone is done with me
They throw me in a corner
And leave me there
Until they want to use me again

-Kitty

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