Perfectly broken

Hooyo, I know you wanted me to be the pieces of a perfect puzzle. You wanted the best for me, you wanted me to belong.

But I’m not perfect. I’m broken.

 

So you find spaces

 

and these form into new pieces, they claim their places.

Mum, my pieces do not fit into a perfect puzzle, they form a bigger picture.

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