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Kept Going

A prompt for NaPoWriMo says,

"I fear I'm running out of pieces of myself to put in the poems I write",

And I have been feeling that for almost a year now,

Yet, I keep using the broken pieces,

To craft another one like this,

Maybe, the future version of me will forgive me for euch boring ones,

But understand that I was tired,

Yet I kept going,

Even with the broken pieces,

Even when I didn't want to.

 
 
 

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