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I sit enveloped in chaos Broken bits of my life before me Cant walk past them I stumble upon them trying to move on And i break into smaller pieces I put myself together again with more cracks to show Each new line my very own garland My medallions i call them A medal for every blunder I display them you see Because i'm not afraid of showing my flaws They now see my crevasses and fissures and they call it art
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Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 5:37 AM UTC
Broken art
I sit enveloped in chaos Broken bits of my life before me Cant walk past them I stumble upon them trying to move on And i break into smaller pieces I put myself together again with more cracks to show Each new line my very own garland My medallions i call them A medal for every blunder I display them you see Because i'm not afraid of showing my flaws They now see my crevasses and fissures and they call it art
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Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 5:37 AM UTC
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