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ScAttEreD

My mind has been scattered.

Millions of pieces broken.

Murder of crows,

scattered.

Split flower,

broken mind.

I am 

blended tears

mangled hands

a broken hand mirror

cracked.

I see shades of red

silencing fear

blinding anger.

All because of this wretched iron cage my heart has been captured in

for far too long.

can I 

escape bars,

flee the scene,

run away?

Am I 

done with life,

A completed verse,

A finished story?

Am I

an incomplete puzzle,

A scattered heart,

A broken mind?

have I been scattered?






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