Fragments of Porcelain
I'm cracking, forming
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Bits of porcelain skin smashing against the ground,
Frustrated,
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More fragile than fine china,
But not covered in delicate images,
No petals could cover the thorns ruining my mind,
D R I P P I N G B L O O D
The porcelain reflects the pain I feel,
Shattering against the earth,
In a million pieces because they don't care.
Unable to be glued back together,
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The good part of me.
That warm tea.
Only cold and humiliating.
Thrown away and never to be seen again.
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