Broken

Broken and bashed,

Left without a shell and tired,

With no place to look or go.

Dire situations becomes my water, my air.

The end comes, broken apart.

The pieces flung across.

Given up and lost,

Thrown from familiarity,

Into a sea of confusion

Feeling

Broken at the seams

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