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It's a bottle of pieces that you pick up and find,
A bottle with pieces that used to be mine,
Disfigured and misconstrued broken apart,
All while attempting to find a heart,
Something to love and nurture her soul,
Fill that void and cover the hole,
The hole of resentment, torment, and insanity,
Pleading and wishing she could deal with her vanity,
Feeling one way, then feeling another,
Transforming into what they wanted when I was ready to play a lover,
Breaking down everything within herself she worked to build,
Not even realizing she was lowering her shield,
Her protective barrier that kept her on track,
The invisible shield that kept her intact,
With each different relation the person known as her withered down,
No longer the queen who would wear the crown,
More like the peasant who cleaned the palace,
But kept a look on her face with so much malice,
Losing dignity and all self motivation,
Lacking the spirit and inspiration,
Building up others while she was knocked down,
Being looked at like she's the clown,
Instead of independent it was more of dependent,
Dependent of the person who was there for her to lean,
Instead of building herself up she dropped the feeling of serene,
Self pity and negativity turned her from the girl she used to be.
How do you fix a bottle of peices?
Glue it back together with extra adhesive,
Let it settle and treat it with care,
Eventually you will not notice the cracks that were there.
