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Shattered Pieces of Existence

Your choler,
It kind of makes me care.
But I've lived with it for so long,
I'm nearly immune to its effects.
Still, I do feel its inflicting hurt.

Have you ever
Fallen on the ground
To become the
Shattered pieces of existence?

I know I have

And rather than try to
Piece me back together,
You sweep me up into a dustpan
And throw me into the trash.

That is so you.

For lack of a better explanation.

May 11, 2005
Suge


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