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My Broken Pieces
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Dedications I work so hard to maintain this face,
to keep my composure
because if they see you break,
they will call you weak.
I reached a point that I couldn't
stay together anymore;
the tears fell without restraint.
When they saw my vulnerability,
they didn't mock me
or put me down.
Instead they wrapped
their arms around me
and tried to fix my broken pieces.
I didn't want them
to know the truth,
that darkness exists in me,
more than light.
But when I told them my secrets,
they loved me all the more
and gave me a reason to shine.
