I fall apart somewhere between here and there; right and wrong.
Wish I were a canary; I'd put it into song.
A song no normal soul could hear.
Would that dissipate my fear?
Putting back the puzzle that's me is a crazy mad hatter's panic frenzy.
Every time before I make it out alive; sometimes with a heap of other's envy.
I don't enjoy the empath sense.
I pick up too much; it's not common sense.
So a collage not a puzzle I become
a work of art
There is only one.
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