Broken pieces
lying under my bed
shattered and stolen
piece upon piece.
No longer haunting
my everyday existence,
yet still ever present
waiting in that locked box
for the day of total amnesia.
Neverending reminders--
scars battle hard
and aching.
Now sing
with the Triumph of
a fight hard won.
No more.
lying under my bed
shattered and stolen
piece upon piece.
No longer haunting
my everyday existence,
yet still ever present
waiting in that locked box
for the day of total amnesia.
Neverending reminders--
scars battle hard
and aching.
Now sing
with the Triumph of
a fight hard won.
No more.
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