a plate

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Plates.
You can drop them and glue them back together.
 Call them fixed, when they are not.
They still have cracks
Every time you drop them, it's easier to break.
Harder to glue back together.
Untill one day they are so broken it's pointless to glue back together.
To many small pieces to put back and glue.
I am. That plate.
To many people have broken me, and tried to glue back together.
Tried to fix me.
It just becomes easier to break me every time somebody drops me.
I'm so cracked it's becoming pointless to fix me and glue me back.
You can only do so much.
My scars are every crack and their is a lot of them.
I'm becoming mangled and disguised as something I'm not.
Just stop trying to glue me back together.
Put me out of my misery just like you do with a plate when it is too broken to fix

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 26, 2020 ⏰

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