Picking Up The PiecesA Poem by Emily Irene.About my father and me.
I know you wanna see me get mine,
I know you think you were the first to break me but let me tell you something: I don't want to see you get yours, I couldn't bear to hurt you, break you into a million pieces. You are already shattered and all I want to do is help pick up and reassemble them. We're so alike, you and I, but I would like to put my puzzle together and the part that stings is you don't even know how tragically cracked your pieces are anymore. © 2015 Emily Irene.Reviews
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1 Review Added on November 23, 2015 Last Updated on November 23, 2015 Tags: father, family, daughter, relationships, sad, depressing, parents AuthorEmily Irene.Saint Louis, MOAboutName's Emily and I'm 24. I am a girl made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions. I have had chronic pain for more than fifteen years. This means I have taken more narcotics .. more..Writing
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