Pieces of me

Oneday i got broken
Into several pieces
But that day
was one best day
I was broken
But not destroyed
Every tiny broken piece of me
Was alive and breathing
They begin to grow
Into mighty independent ideas
And instead of one mighty me
Are several mighty me s
I don’t fear being broken again.

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