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Jan 2018
Why is it that broken people
confide in my words?
Is it because I’m broken too?
Are we shards from the same bottle?
Does it help when we fit into place?
You and I, a tragic jigsaw puzzle
Or when I put you back together?
I don’t know why it is,
All I know is that my words
bring a temporary relief
to myself and
to the broken people
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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