Fissure.

There's a tear somewhere here.
I'm sure I've seen it before but I can't remember where.

It's dripping of blood and tears and memories.
Of laughter and sadness. Of pain, loss, suffering, heartbreak.

I saw there once a girl. Innocent as she is.
A smile, the sincerest smile anyone can give.

Life happened. Life happens. Life is happening.
Words flow, thoughts are thought. And through that tear on that wall it flows.

I see now, it's in me. I see that I can feel.
A crack within me. I am broken. I cannot be fixed. I can only be accepted.

And whatever fixing that you try, there's still a crack. A tear. A fissure. Still those pieces make me whole.

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