scattered and tarnished castaway
That just don't fit,
So many crying for someone to see them, is it OK to be.
When nothing is enough an all your jagged edges stick out,
All your broken pieces cry to me,
Accept my worts, look beyond my scars, see passed my mistakes,
Can you love me, doesn't anybody want me, will no one hold me? I
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Another powerful piece, sir. Please keep writing