Picking up the pieces
To put myself back together
My worth just the same
But my spirit is fractured
The pain can't be measured
But my suffering will never be forgotten
Lonely yet surrounded by people
So many options nonetheless I remain lifeless
The whole world in my hands and still I feel so empty
Left to pickup the pieces
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Forbidden fruit left untouched
Longing to be tasted
Casted aside, undevoured

Wishing it will soon be desired
Ripe and prepped
Waiting to be feasted upon

It's efforts are forsaken
Neglected and yearning
Unsatisfied with insatiable thirst...

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Today I had the option
to continue how life is
or
take a step and change.
I didn't do anything
And it's okay
One cannot win every day.