Everything is made to be broken,
So when I fall apart and grasp at the shards,
I find it more difficult to piece myself back together,
When the glue that once held me,
Is the same I'm forcing apart,
No longer am I okay with the subpar,
Being held together by grief and bitterness,
I want more than my harrowing experiences,
To be what keeps me joined.
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