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Pieces
Pieces
my life is pieces
I have no home
I reject all outside
there are no more inside
I am sitting upon family
but none of them know my heart
not my whole heart
I must push people away
shove them when they get to close
blow their hand of with a shotgun if they try to reach for my heart.
Alone
I walk alone
I eat alone
I feel alone
I am alone
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