zipped down my body and soul in zigged cracks
me broken and living for my own sake
held together with press stick and tacks
because that's all I can do when it's sore
body and soul a swollen bruise
and I guess I just keep expecting more
when everyone things I've got nothing to lose
so I guess I love this broken me
nothing special, nothing to show
exist to spite the peanut gallery
and withstand everything life may throw
-o0o-
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