I was young and naive.
Too easily broken when handled,
I'm afraid I'll fall apart and no one will be around to mend me.
Yet that was five years ago.
I understood I would never be whole.
I have to cherish what's left of me.
And my unsightly shattered parts, too.
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I Should've Hugged You The Last Time I Saw You
PoetryWould it make any difference? If we knew that it was the last time we would see each other again?
