Staring into the mirror he stays,
lost in thought. His heart,
twice given, but thrice shattered,
with nobody there to help him
pick up the pieces.
He prays, to his unseen creator,
for the strength to continue on.
From his lips, he drew the
baffling hallelujah. No response.
He spent his whole night trying to forget.
He has been there many times before.
Searching for a friend.
He is small.
He is needy.
Lost himself again.
He feels unsafe.
Small.
He strains for the elusive hallelujah.
Whispers of past orthodoxies.
A tear slides down his cheek.
He is broken; falling to pieces.
Hallelujah.
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I'm pretty sure the last line of the first verse is plagurised. 
You write a lot eh? 
I still don't have the motivation to write anything. 
