Glass


Like broken glass, my remnants are fragile.
I am trying to piece myself back together.
Some pieces just don't fit the way they used to.
Every time I break I come back a bit different than the time before.
Sometimes better.
Sometimes duller.
But, I will always piece myself together,
No matter how many times you try to smash me into a million pieces.

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