i'm the broken pieces on the pavement in your way, and i'm the wind that blows them along the sidewalk and makes it impossible for you to sweep me out of sight. i'm the underdog with no cheering section. i'm the joke with no punchline, yet you hear it all the time.
there's too much attention in being broken and that's not what i've aimed for. i'd rather be out of sight; out of mind; out of the way.
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