Pieces, broken pieces.

I am a puzzle piece, one that doesn't fit.

That feeling, burned down

Broken, can never be fixed.


Pick me up, move me around

Make me what you want.

I don't care, the more trying to fix,

The more worn down I become.


You can never fix what's been burned.

Crumped, torn apart.

Pull me this way, pull me back

Stretched out, tired.


Tired of everything, tired of being broken.

Pieces, broken pieces.


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