Dear Heartbroken (Written by IssaDelle, NicoleE. and LeonaP.)

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Laughter never leaves,
Even if your eyes are filled with tears.
Your lips are curved, but your heart is filled with fear.
When the truth is in front of you, loud and clear.

You avoid to be like your naner,
A master of being a martyr.
Afraid of making a choice, because you don't have an eraser.
You were once neat and plain, now you are a crumpled paper.


Your phone is a witness,
To all of your weaknesses.
You start hiding them with multiple faces,
And you don't want anyone to meddle with your business.

But you started to talk about the issue,
And asked how to make it through.
But nobody had a clue,
That you were breaking in two.

You already have four eyes to see,
But you became blind to notice that you can be free.
Use your instincts and you will find the answer to your plea,
To finally experience the truest glee.

He might be the good man,
But he isn't the right man,
Love takes time, you will find the right one.
And at the end of the battle, you have finally won.

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