“You can break a thing, but you cannot always guide it afterward into the shape you want.” ― Holly Black, Tithe
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Time and times buffeted by
Winds that don’t rhyme
Till all in all I was
Nearly broken
Echoes of voices called me
Through the ripped joy
Delusions they found me
Nearly broken
Family gone and friends not found
Nor all that comforts
Abandoned and left for
Nearly broken
God knows my many feelings,
my crazy mind
He keeps me from being
Always broken
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