With a loud sound, something broke inside me,
but I knew not what, for dust and rust covered it all.
I went to a repair shop, far along the road,
but the repairman scratched his head and sent me home.
I traveled along a different city, to my manufacturing factory,
but the manager remained clueless and sent me away.
I journeyed distant lands, in hopes to find my maker,
but he had me built ever so uniquely, there were no spare parts.
With that said, I knew not where to go,
but I realized I needed not go anywhere.
I learned to live the way I was, broken in places,
but happy to have found a home, peace of love.
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