Broken

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Broken

I am broken

I am broken beyond repair

You try to mold me like stale clay

Add water to me like you do to a flower

Trying to get me to soften up

To become gentle

And smooth like I once was

But instead I keep my hard shell on

Instead of softening up

I paste a "convincing smile" on my face

As you attempt to put me together again

Because I am broken

I am broken beyond repair

And soon you start to realize that

So you slowly stop trying to mold me like stale clay

And I stay broken beyond repair 

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