My creator
Take back the life you gave to me
My destroyer
Make the ruins that were meant to be
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This poem is written for my project, titled- "The Prodigy's Suicide"
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Wings Of Ice - Not Yet Written
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The perfection of being broken.....well, to be honest, it's just a random metaphor I made up in my mind while I was writing it. You see, the character who is speaking in the poem has had their point of view altered by life. The perfection definition is switched, to look at something that is completely broken, it is "perfectly" broken.
For someone, or something to have a flaw, and there is no way to fix that flaw, in a sense it is "perfectly" flawed.
It's just a fictional point of view, I'm not trying to make something out of nothing
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