i wish i could tell you all i'm holding on to what i have the pieces of what lays in my cupped palms i'm gathering what is left trying to fix and stick them back but they cease to fit like torn puzzles as i stare into each piece i see a reflection of smiles and laughter then it vanishes, then i know i molded it that way i blew out the frail glow and smashed the soul of my life to pulp.
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