The life I have
Is nothing more
Than a piece of paper
That has been torn and put back together.
My life has been fixed
And destroyed
So many times
That I wonder how I've survived it all.
My life has so many holes in it
That I doubt there is anything
In this world
That can fill them all.
My life so screwed up
That I can't understand
Why anyone even notices
How ugly it is.
I have tried
Over and over again
To fill the holes
In my torn life.
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