The marks humans leave
are too often scars
But the mark I will leave
will be unjoined lines
Cut up bits of my soul
The bits I don't want to see anymore
We're complete but incomplete
Always trying to find out who we are
While being who we are
And yet at the same time
We're constantly editing ourselves
I've been editing forever
And I'm reborn every moment
So who knows what I'll become.
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Running With Scissors
Poetry"Run away, they will have to find some other hearts to break" - All Time Low.
