My life is likes complex sheet of music
Each note on the piano played completely out of tune
The once bold black ink
Now a faded grey
The yellow stains
Where people grasped it
Staining the once pure white paper

Clashing notes are written
Harmonies are dissonant
Always having that underling melody,
Wanting to burst out from behind the clutter

My life isn't so much like that music itself
But the small tear at the top of the page
From the constant flipping of the page
But each tear needs to be fixed
With a small piece of tape

It's like a scar,
Damaged then healed,
It still remains

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