My body is broken...
My heart is broken...
My will, my soul, my faith is broken...
I or whatever is left of me is broken...
Tiny shards, to small to see...
no glue, no tape or string will do...
I was once a tall pillar of shining glass,
delicate, translucent and beautiful...
so many times I have cracked and chipped... but found my peices and became whole again... now the peices have become sand... I sift them through my fingers... where do I start.... will I ever be what I was...
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speedphreak:
cyanidegrin:
Just because you're not the same as before doesn't meen it's a bad thing -- learn from the past. Apply massive heat to the grains of sand and recylce yourself into what you are now.