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How beautiful 

To be broken

 It’s a gift

Not just a token 

This rare gift is free

To look

On the inside of me

Pieces all around 

I gather the good bits

Form a Uniform mound 

Sad bits untold

With the memories 

They hold 

How beautiful 

To be broken

A mystery 

Rarely spoken

From the mound

I begin to mould

And a new Me 


A second chance

A new life

For a future 


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