Broken

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What's wrong with me?

Why am I different?

What did I do to deserve this?

Was it really all,

My,

Fault?



I'm a check uncashed,

A life unlived.

An empty shell,

The baby forever cribbed.



Am I left behind?

Like a hot Pop-Tart?

Dropped on a

Cold,

Kitchen,

Floor.





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