Pieces

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Pick up the shard pieces.
Fuse my heart back together.
Stitch it up and act like it never broke, and like it never hurt.
You make a memory of it and then let time take it away.
While I relive this everyday.
It's this vicious cycle that will never go away.
The images haunt me.
Night and day mix together and soon become this jumble of time.
Just this thing that passes me by.
Slowly reparing my soul.
I walk through life broken, never really becoming whole.





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