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My life is a stained glass window...
My life is a stained glass window;
An infinity of broken, mismatched fragments.
On their own, they're ugly, jagged;
My own unharmonized crucible.
But pieced together, they make something
...Feedback? Please? I know it was short, but it was meant to be like that. Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read :)