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My words are never enough to describe how broken I am, how broken my soul is.
My heart was shattered a million times because of things that occurred with worst
of fortune.
I can never go back to time when I was still whole, when I saw the world with pure
innocence and hope, when I was still able to see the good in people, events
My heart can only wish, but not hope.