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[happyfish]

I used to think life was shattered pottery -
Cuts all over my hands and milk all over the floor
Clinging to the pieces and crying
imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorry
Not knowing what I'm apologizing for.
Not anymore.
But I've cried and I've fought and I've screamed and I've survived
Because at the end of the day -
I'm the only thing I've got left.
A little broken, it's true -
A hole in my heart like the hole in your favourite jeans.
Looks like shit, but damn it's just so comfortable.
I'm sure I'll patch it up eventually
And learn how to fly with a weighted heart,
Turn over a new leaf and make a new start.
So who's going to remember the spilt milk anyway?