I'm sorry for my brokenness
For all my cracks and flaws
The hurt this world's created for me
Has only outgrown the gauze
I am thankful for your efforts
You've helped me through many moons
But, you keep bringing me bandaids
To mend my gaping wounds
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Author:
T. Pitts (
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