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dia frampton ↦ the broken ones

Haven, Maine

I can't help it,
I love the broken ones,
The ones who,
Need the most patching up.

The ones who've, Never been loved,
Never been loved, Never been loved enough.

And O, maybe I see a part of me in them.
The missing piece always trying to fit in.

The shattered heart,

Hungry for a home.

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