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Little Broken Thing
little broken things
scattered on the floor
shards of glass and porcelain
and a broken little door
the little broken things
are what make up little me
I wonder if I were whole
how normal would I be?
little broken wings
on a dainty butterfly
she tries to fly away
but never touches the sky
she’s tried to piece together
her little severed shards
but fitting them together
is like building a house of cards
a little broken razor
to a skinny little arm
breaking is a little easier
with a little past of harm
little broken things
is all I’ll ever be
because if I were never broken
I wouldn’t be little me
scattered on the floor
shards of glass and porcelain
and a broken little door
the little broken things
are what make up little me
I wonder if I were whole
how normal would I be?
little broken wings
on a dainty butterfly
she tries to fly away
but never touches the sky
she’s tried to piece together
her little severed shards
but fitting them together
is like building a house of cards
a little broken razor
to a skinny little arm
breaking is a little easier
with a little past of harm
little broken things
is all I’ll ever be
because if I were never broken
I wouldn’t be little me
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