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i picked up the broken piecesand pushed them together like a puzzle.

the corners bled a little.

i thought it was like re-adjusting,

after being away for awhile.

i pushed and twisted but 

the pieces wouldn’t budge.

they didn’t fit anymore. 
i tried to recreate who i was, 

the person you all wanted back, to make it all alright,

but i couldn’t fit the pieces.

it’s like gluing broken shards of glass

and expecting there to be no cracks, 

never realizing how much blood is leaking.

i changed.

those empty spaces aren’t voids,

they’re already filled. just unrecognizable to you.
-Allison Ryder