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No surprises,
I became unraveled like a gift.
The bow of my humanity,
Slipped from it's grace;
My walls have crumbled and torn.
Pieces of my soul,
Are now crinkled on the floor,
In patches of colorful paper.
I became unraveled like a gift.
The bow of my humanity,
Slipped from it's grace;
My walls have crumbled and torn.
Pieces of my soul,
Are now crinkled on the floor,
In patches of colorful paper.
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