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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
Written by Thetravelingfairy
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