Broken

I remember when the world broke in to rip apart my soul.

For years after that event, I thought my self not whole.

My hours were spent with trying to fix it up with tape and glue until one day I discovered everyone else was broken too.

Here we were with pieces of outselves in both our hands so fragile and so open.

That I began to understand, maybe I'd been greedy to want my soul all to my self.

When it could be a lot of more helpful in the palms of someone else.

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Now everytime I go somewhere, I leave part of me behind, and collect all of the pieces of others' souls that I can find.

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So, when I meeting someone new, it's not just me they get, but also tiny fragments of all the others that I've met, and my life's become much bigger.

Now that it's home to things so small,

and if this is what broken means, I do not mind at all.

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