a reflection of what i thought i was, looks back upon bits of broken glass and bits of the broken me

[oteage]

there is a place in me, where no one goes, a place in me, that seems almost sewn shut, and i can't help but feel, every time the stiches are pulled out, that there are oceans of tears waiting to come about.

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[takar]

I love that movie the Red Violin