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Published: 2007-10-02 23:27:24 +0000 UTC; Views: 87; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 3
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Ripping offThe dead little pieces
Of my life from myself
To make me whole, make me new
Will my attempts be futile?
Certainly not, the little pieces meld together on the floor
And what I thought was dead was just a part
Of something bigger, something more.
Was this meant to be?
All of this grief, the misery?
I dreamt it would all go away.
But now the dream seems too far away.
This alien land on which I now stand,
The trodden ground full of thorns,
Seems to make me who I am
Reminding me... my skin is torn.