I used to feel like I was broken pieces. Like I was something all torn up. Nowadays though I’m more like a quilt. Like I’m back together as something new. I’m not what I was before, same as how a quilt isn’t called many old shirts sewn together. It’s a quilt. It’s got lots of seams and messy stitching, stuff people can see, but they don’t call it broken. It ain’t pieces anymore. Same goes for me. I ain’t pieces anymore.
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