Shattered
My heart. My soul. Shattered. Millions of fragments of the glass that is my soul the thin crystal that is my heart are lying on the floor. I fall onto them as you kill me slowly. The sharp shards embed themselves into my back. Energy. Hope. Life. Escape from my being As I am slowly Shattered. Written December 23rd, 2001 © on Dec 23 2001 10:16 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"My heart...."