i don't know the feelings i have right now but it seems like this is what dying might feel like. there are shards of glass scattered on my ground and they are the sad remnants of all that used to be. the glass i saw as half empty is even worse now that it's broken. the mirror that reflected my dissatisfied image is worse when it's shatterings reflect nothing. would i rather see a dim light or no light at all? my thoughts of it all are splinters in my soul shooting pieces of pain with instructions from my brain down to the sole of my feet. the glass was half empty and now it's broken and i hurt.
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