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Shards
The words crash into me and shatter against my soul.
Like bursting through a stained glass window, the prismatic shards slicing me.
Lying bloodied in my mind, curled up on the floor.
The silence like a gag in my mouth, suffocating my inner voice, dragging me down.
The inner child in me weeps silently at the gravesite of my psyche.
The shards of my broken mind swept out of the confines of my essence.
I silent husk drifting down to the sidewalk of my existence.
Like bursting through a stained glass window, the prismatic shards slicing me.
Lying bloodied in my mind, curled up on the floor.
The silence like a gag in my mouth, suffocating my inner voice, dragging me down.
The inner child in me weeps silently at the gravesite of my psyche.
The shards of my broken mind swept out of the confines of my essence.
I silent husk drifting down to the sidewalk of my existence.
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