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Feb 2014
I finally finished.
I put myself back together.
Piece by piece,
hour by hour,
tear by tear,
I am whole again.
And now,
like a glass vase,
I must sit still,
never moving,
ever quiet,
And hope that some childish person doesn't come along.
Because I don't want to be broken again.
Written by
Tom Cooney
441
   Fen Aarons
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