She told me to grow up
I told him that if you grow up
a lot you will rot.
She used my head like a revolver
she shot my soccer friends
she shot at my brother, at my neighbor,
at the boys in the gang,
against the wall and she opened my head.
She made the puzzle piece
will never fit again.
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