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Pieces Of My Mind
Poem 13



Your ashes reunited, you're born again - again;
This time is the good one, this time you'll be fine,
That's what you tell us and what you said last time.

Even if we hid all of the razors
You would make a blade out of your fear,
Even if we sawed all of the knife-points
You would stab yourself with frozen tears.

Even if your calmness seems eternal
You won't be able to face a year,
Everything you say is like a costume,
Masking that your time is again near.