Slice by slice
you cut yourself down
and piece after piece
I build you back up,
for there seems nothing I can do
to stop the corrupt deeds
that rain down upon you.
I must, for now, satisfy myself
with picking up the pieces
and fixing what I can...
Although, with this
I will never be happy.
You're hurting, I can feel it
in every word you say.
The only thing that may help
is knowing things will change...
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