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Im wondering what's left in me after this, I kneel on the cold concrete of life and pick up piece by piece the we that was in my now broken heart where do I start how will I reconnect what's left I ask myself and laugh myself that ironic laugh that says I told you so I’m told it's so that time will heal this but I am real it’s not a fairytale and I am past cliches I am at my days end without the honey, I’m home all by myself learning how to sleep on both sides of my empty bed learning how to quiet the tears in my head learning how to make one cup of coffee learning that not having to compromise is overrated and I hate it, the quiet the ache the taste of regret in my bed on my skin in my air clouding my sun I am one and two was always a better number so here I am taping the pieces of my heart crudely together to offer it again to the ...