i look back at these things

that broke me and consumed me,

a tiny little girl, all of ten,

was filled with fear and anxiety.

i look back at these parts

that broke, one by one,

leaving behind

an excuse called me.

i look back and try to fix,

the broken-ness and the wounds,

the wears and the tears

how do you fix

something that never healed?

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