Humans made of porcelain
Why is it that people
Think that the only
Way to win
And gain power
Is to hurt someone else.
The world suffers enough as it is
Like a constant burning fire
You survive,yes
But it damages us
No one ever notices the cracks
On a porcelain doll at first.
But bit by bit
Piece by piece
Crack by crack
Its more noticeable
Untill it breaks
Sure it can be put back
But it loses pieces
Never being quite whole again
Its left unfinished
More fragile than before
Human's are a lot like
Porcelain dolls
Fragile
Beautiful
And hard to fix
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poem's and my odd writings
Randomumm i wanted to share some of my writing and sheit i guess
