I'm broken
I'm broken
I'm broken
I'm broken
I'm a broken record
On trial to be heard by the jury
the world facing me
hearing
my words
Judging my reflection with
their emotions
their experiences
their perspective
Looping
Looping
Looping
Looping
around their finger
The spring green screams
at me
telling me everything
is okay
We're growing
Temptation is ringing
Should I take this call
Answer me
Now
Hurry up!
Wait.
Hurry up!
Wait.
Hurry up!
the details pile up.
Where's the order?
Don't you know I asked?
Didn't I give you my number?
Don't make me repeat myself.
A.C.
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