My world was thrown up against the metal, cracking in pieces like glass. I am shoved into the remains of it. How these pieces are broken, and sharp. Careful, how you touch these fragile pieces of my broken world of glass. They will make you bleed, for doing something wrong. Suddenly, others in this world are broken too. They are wounded, somehow not getting back up. Im watching everyone around me wander aimlessly, some have decided to part with the thrower - in hope for terms and agreements of two pieces slightly connecting again. Where the others, pick out the glass theyve been wounded with - and loved ones. How forgotten will our past life become, because theyre only the broken pieces stabbed into us.
Posted on: Tue, 29 Jul 2014 08:25:15 +0000
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