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The blue threads holding me together will never be the same color you remember from childhood. I'm broken, never to be pieced back together in the same way. I am but a troubling reflection of the scars from childhood, showing how those scars are most often caused by those closest to you. Who closer than someone you shared your home with. Sometimes the hurt you feel tears you apart at your seams. Now you simply ignore the lost stuffing and stitch yourself back together. Familiar on the outside, but obviously torn. Empty on the inside, but still treasured. -Mr. Tibbs.