Hanging on for dear life,
In my wound still remains the knife.
Breaking appart before me eyes,
Before me my spirit slowly dies.
Holding myself together with tape,
Trying to run from this but can't escape.
Pieces all hel together by a miracle,
Of the once frozen heart remains an icicle.
Tape and glue and the will to go on,
Carrying a burden with the weight of a ton.
Pieces connected together with tape and glue,
But a will that time nor pain can undo.
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