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Mosaic


Cracked and held together by glue,
Bright and Vivid colors scream at you,
They grab your attention,
They beg you to stay. 
Only you can't see the whole picture. 
You see the cracks and the imperfections 
                   in her skin.
You can't see the beauty those   
             imperfections create.
The color of the glue contrasts against her 
           vivid color and you don't like it.
So you stop wasting your time looking at 
                  cracked porcelain pieces.
Her glue wears down but her colors     
                  remain bright,
And it's only in that moment,
When you are so far away,
That you can finally see her true beauty. 

 
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I mostly write about my life, the things I feel and the things that I have been through. I am 23 years old and writing is my passion.

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