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Apr 7
i'm tracing my history and i realize that it all adds up

always being told that i'm crazy but
they never had all the pieces to the puzzle and
i didn't know that i did either but
i found some lying in the back room and
i put it together so that the puzzle was complete and
it all makes sense

i'm tracing my history and i realize that it all adds up
my mom always told me:
"tootey logon ki tooti kahaaniyaan"
which translates to
"broken people's broken stories"
and today i realize
where my cracks were

it is good to know
even if they can't be fixed
or healed or
filled with gold
at least i know
when i will flinch
where the cuts are open
where the pieces are
so sharp that they will
draw blood
upon a single touch
mk
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