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2:22am on the clock.
It keeps ticking as I keep thinking.
I am a person made from pieces.
One peace for the mother who's always disappointed.
One for the father who's distant as the ocean.
One for the brother who never smiles.
One for the sister who lives beyond miles.
One for each lover whos done me wrong.
One for the best friend who broke their promise.
One for the nightmares and one for the lies.
One for the trauma that's locked in the box.
One for each place that wasn't home.
One for the family I'll never know.
I am a person who's never felt whole. Pieces of me have always been missing. Pieces of me are only gone now.
Each time one goes Im not surprised. Every time I find a piece I can not fix I cry.
I am a person who tries so hard. But no matter how much I glue. I can't make these broken pieces a perfect picture. I try so hard to get through.
But I will Always be a broken thing. A puzzle missing pieces. A daughter no one wanted. A sister that no one needs. A friend no one likes.
So why does the clock keep ticking. Why doesn't it stop with my breathing.
Instead it keeps going.
I keep thinking.
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The Door To The Beauty Of Life
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