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                             You are like a scrap, seen once it happens, but is gone once it heals.
                   
                                       It leaves me wondering when you will come back.
                                 
                                oh scrap, I wish I had the pieces of you to put back on my skin.

                                 You show me that I am human full of cells and natural gifts,

                              Your like a broken face not recognizable, unseen or unheard of.

                               Oh scrap, it brings me so much pain to not feel you on my hand.

                         The image of you is falling apart in my head one by one like a undone puzzle.
                     
                                                   I can see your pieces fade one by one

                                           like frosting on a cupcake, wanting more and more.

                             Scrapes come and go but for some reason I would like you to stay!

                                                    But your all ready to far gone.