What Once Was Me

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I'm trying to be

         strong.

I'm trying to hold myself

          together.

But the thread my Creator used

to keep me together

is slowly coming

         apart

at the seams.

Thread by thread, coming loose.

Driven crazy by the thought of 

when the threads will

          snap

and all that will be left are

         pieces.

Broken pieces of what once was me.

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