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When you're in pieces on the kitchen floor

and your brother, your sister, your mother, your father, your best friend for life

argue over who's to blame, and someone's yet to ask if you're okay,

dirt infects the shards, and a forever scar persists.

When you're in pieces on the kitchen floor

and your loved ones embrace you with hot glue,

the material holds stronger than new.

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