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Oct 2012
Sometimes, for you,
I wish some of the pieces weren't missing.
I would pick up all the sharp shards with my hands; my fingertips would bleed,
I would have no care for the pain,
I have nothing to lose, you have everything to gain
Listen to me, your pieces aren't missing,
One day someone will catch your heart-
When you open your eyes to them
Living in your world as if it was whole, you'll see,
Your pieces aren't missing,
They have been collected by me.
Written by
Samhain LongQuiet
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