I'm like a broken vase. I'm completely shattered, broken even. Different pieces
everywhere. And I'm trying my hardest to find these pieces to put me back together.
Because I know if I can't, I'll be broken forever. Even if I find every piece except one,
I'll never be whole again. I wish I had someone to help find these pieces, but I know
if you want something done, you have to do it yourself. It'll take a while, but maybe
it'll get done.
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Author:
KayDied (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 8th, 2020 11:49
- Category: Spiritual
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