Broken

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June 2002 Poetry

At this exact moment,

in time,

in life,

one word,

that best describes me,

is broken.

Piece by piece,

I fall apart,

and I’m broken.

I can’t deal with this,

on my own.

I can’t pick up the pieces,

and put them back together,

alone.

So I remain,

broken.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 6-24-02.

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:) I like!