Tatters

I turn my gaze inward

Looking deep once again

Pulling broken thoughts from bottomless oblivion

Cutting my hands on the pieces

Fraying me

Ever in need of some stitches

Ever tearing at the seams

Patchwork life, quilted out of dreams

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