I fell apart somewhere back there...pieces of my soul scattered about in back alleys
inside expensive trucks, laced with materials.
I crushed rose bushes and broke my favorite shades.
I'm not in the mood for u-turns or doubling back.
All I do is continue down liberation road, make a right turn on healers way
and walk by the "Press-On" nail shop.
No need for pedi or mini cures...I'm good.
Sometimes falling apart is exactly what needs to take place for transformation to occur...
Rise Up broken pieces and come back to me renewed!
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