Poem No. 5

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My Puzzle

They hurt you bad,
Built you up,
Just to make you fall farther.

Broke you,
Into many pieces,
Puzzle that's been scattered.

You built up your walls,
To hide the broken puzzle,
To hide your scattered pieces.

I found out how to break down your walls,
Let myself in,
And stitch you back to health again.

Now your a...
Completed puzzle,
Collected pieces,
Broken down walls...

...all mine...

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