50% glue.
It rings in my mind.
50% glue.
Is that what I am?
I've been rebuilt so many times. So, maybe? 50% glue. I'm not sure why it bothers me. Feeling like I'm missing pieces and peace's too. Can't I be 100% me? Not half of a broken half.
50% glue.
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Rainbows in the dark
PoetryA collection of my poetry, mostly my personal thoughts and feelings wrapped in the bones of something decaying.
1. 50% Glue
50% glue.
It rings in my mind.
50% glue.
Is that what I am?
I've been rebuilt so many times. So, maybe? 50% glue. I'm not sure why it bothers me. Feeling like I'm missing pieces and peace's too. Can't I be 100% me? Not half of a broken half.
50% glue.