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I've glued myself back several times,
I was involved in way too many crimes,
Few I really did, few I did not,
Yet blamed for all, I never had a shot.
My executioners think they are angels of God,
Incapable of wrongdoings, they are peas of a pod,
When they paint pictures,
I'm black and they're white,
I'm always wrong, they're always right,
There's no midway, there's no one to listen,
There are no chances, it's a one man's prison.
"Oh! You all clap with one hand?
Kindly teach me too,
I'll learn how - to be like you,
Then I might stop chipping,
I'll save me some glue!"
It's too far gone,
My brokenness is unmendable,
They'll never accept me,
And the truth is unbearable,
I'm a porcelain cup with more than one crack,
And now I look like chaotic mosaic.
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