Broken
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Broken pieces on the ground
Of the school’s courtyard.
People stare, and look around,
But not a one knows what, or why.
At least, so they want to believe.
But all of them know the truth.
They’re the pieces of those long forgotten,
Yet at the same time so remembered.
Of classmates long destroyed,
By the harsh words that maimed them.
Scattered like broken glass,
The fragments of their very being.
Once full and beautiful,
But now fractured and destroyed.
Like small children, they stare
At the ground, and then each other.
Not a one is willing to take the blame.
In reality, they all played their part.
They all jarred at the fragile beings
With cruelty and hatred.
Pushing the limits of the glass
Assuming it would hold.
But now they’re broken, on the ground.
And there’s no way to fix it.
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