I fell apart, and all the pieces were lost at sea.
But slowly each day these pieces I retrieve.
Some are damaged and some are worn,
and some have managed to weather the storm.
They will never recognize this new me,
as these pieces go back so differently.
And I recreate this masterpiece.
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 10:01 PM UTC
I fell apart, and all the pieces were lost at sea.
But slowly each day these pieces I retrieve.
Some are damaged and some are worn,
and some have managed to weather the storm.
They will never recognize this new me,
as these pieces go back so differently.
And I recreate this masterpiece.
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