I did not know that losing you is painful reality and it pains more to feel shattering into pieces like a vase falling down flat broken, damaged, irreparable I lost balance.
You were bleeding I was hesitant I was wrong I tried hard to pick pieces of broken soul back to whole and I bled spick and span you were broken.
It wasn't me who can fix your soul's fragments so let him grab the pieces away from me 'cause you'll suffer if you stay let the memories remain solely, then.
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Gustave Caillebotte, "Vue de toits (Effet de neige)," oil
