In this pieces-pieces life,
are fragmentary moments,
In this detached breath,
are deep detached memories.
Lost with loved ones,
whenever wanted to add pieces,
Feelings of jealousy, anger, malice
has covered them.
Can't remember, can't forget,
those cute tantrum,
Want to try my best,
don't show their face.
I live, I write, but not utter, all pieces.
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