Broken
First:
It was a toy,
a favorite of mine.
Fallen on the ground
sadly at rest.
Then:
it was my friendship;
Of only 10 years.
it all came to an end,
in just 10 tiny seconds.
Finally:
It was me.
Labeled by the rest of the world
over a few pieces that had fallen from their place.
So easily someone can deem another as
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“BROKEN”
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