So fix me up,
Although I am not broken.
Make me, mold me,
Show me what you need me to be.
I am not aware of anything
Or any way
To make you hang around.
So pick me up,
I've fallen.
Bandage all those wounds
That I no longer feel.
I don't really need you
To save me,
But it's such a lovely thought that
Someone would.
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