i pull myself apart
like a premade puzzle
i scatter all the pieces
and ask you to fix them for me
but one piece will always be missing in the end
and i can never seem to find it
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shoelaces
RandomLacing together poems, short stories, thoughts, songs, and my darkness all in a collection. This is the truth. The only truth.
in puzzled pieces
i pull myself apart
like a premade puzzle
i scatter all the pieces
and ask you to fix them for me
but one piece will always be missing in the end
and i can never seem to find it