Picking Up the Pieces

Poetry time.

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I was crying a lot,

you can even put it in a pot.

I lost a lot,

but then learned a lot.

I was weak,

It was too much love that I seek.

I have gained friends,

never lost friends.

I may have lost,

but I am not paying the cost.

It made me stronger,

made me better.

Am picking up the pieces,

now I stand tall like an empress.