Over and over again in my world I have found myself in pieces.
Fault is irrelevant when the pieces cut me.
And I’m a master craftsman. I can take the ugliest and smallest of pieces and make them beautiful, or at least I could.
You colored me in soft blues and greens , Hard purples and reds. Little black specks, to accentuate my most precious places. You blu...
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