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I’m broken in countless ways
These nightmares fill the gaps between seconds like morsels of sand shifting within an hourglass

I’ve been dropped far too many times
These veiny fractures run like interstate highways within my bones for endless insecurities to race along my body

I’m empty inside
This hollow chest is covered in dents and its corners are bent from all the puzzle pieces that were jammed into a place it didn't belong

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