i am not broken
but i am breaking
little pieces here and there
the rounded edges of happiness are chipping away
leaving sharp little hooks and points
my outer shell once polished and smooth,
let things roll right off, nothing stuck.
but now those pockets gather water;
they rust and decay.
the edges, they are trouble.
they catch and snag.
sad memories that used to blow right by,
now get caught and remain
slowly unraveling and tugging,
taking more and more pieces along
as it finally frees itself
leaving behind more rough edges than ever.
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Post word total: 95
Overall word total: 1,338
Words left to write: 23,662
but i am breaking
little pieces here and there
the rounded edges of happiness are chipping away
leaving sharp little hooks and points
my outer shell once polished and smooth,
let things roll right off, nothing stuck.
but now those pockets gather water;
they rust and decay.
the edges, they are trouble.
they catch and snag.
sad memories that used to blow right by,
now get caught and remain
slowly unraveling and tugging,
taking more and more pieces along
as it finally frees itself
leaving behind more rough edges than ever.
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Post word total: 95
Overall word total: 1,338
Words left to write: 23,662
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