76. Broken Pieces
You try to gather the pieces. No matter how you try to put them back together, it cannot be done. You have no glue, or anything to bond these pieces together.
It cannot be done. What’s done is done; you can’t put spilt milk back in its original place. You can stop now.
Yet you persist. You try to put back the shards together, though they fall again, though they cut into your skin.
And you cry as you do so. You cry for your loss, for everything.
For your broken life, love, and soul you can’t put together again.
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