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I am like a Jenga.
People keep taking part and part
away from me
Hoping not to make me fall
But to make me easier to timber
for the next contestant that comes around.
I lean side to side.
Wobbling
Constantly.
I am ready to collapse.
Not knowing with the next piece what will be taken.
The game only lasts so long
Until onto someone
I dive.
Every part of me going this way and that.
My heart and soul separate.
But putting them back
together
isn't always as easy,
Because with all these pieces
They are never where I left them.
And every time I fall
Another piece is lost, dented or scraped.
Then the suffering starts over again with a new batch of people.
All here to try and take me down.
Over and over.
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