Glass

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Glass

Shards

Broken

Beneath me

My feet

My hands

Bleeding

Trying to pick up the pieces

I'm being cut

I look

At this puzzle

I am creating

I see me

A child

I see me

A teen

I look for the missing pieces

Lost long ago

Then someone says

Why not buy a new one?

I think

A new me?

Shiny

New

Free of cracks

Free of scars

All the pieces

I look at this new puzzle

I see me

Who I am

A new me

Free of all the glass

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