perhaps i should stop writing random poetry at 1AM

[sweet_migraine]

we are killed
by our anger
silent seeping rages
a million little
frustrations that tear
us apart
breaking us into
a million small pieces
almost whole
but not quite.

we spend our life
looking for those
missing pieces
not knowing
that they are
so small
so shattered & scattered
that we can never find
them all.

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