I see myself as an incomplete sculpture.
The broken glass that has never been fixed.
The daughter that was never missed.
The sister that has never been kissed.
I see myself as an incomplete sculpture.
With a story that was completely twist.
A family who liked to use fist.
And a friend, with a death wish.
I see myself as an incomplete sculpture.
Without even asking the question "why?"
With grades that could make a mother cry.
And a young girl who had the courage to say "goodbye"
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The Human with all the answers
PoetryThis will be a story timeline of different poems