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samanthalokiCurrently: all is well
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by samanthaloki


There you where,

A shattered glass

Strewn across the floor.

I manage, to pick up the pieces

And put you together,

Almost the same as before.

But now my fingers bleed,

From the mess you made of yourself,

However your'e fixed, so you sit idle,

Upon a sound shelf.


It appears I can not turn to you,

When I am broken myself

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This was beautiful and you have touched upon a problem that is universal. You wrote it with words that compel the reader to your point of view. Great poem!!!