Blackhole

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I am falling apart. Bit by bit.
Pieces shattered across the floor.
Trembling to walk by.
When did it become too hard to be undone, When all it took was one mistake before?
Choices or mistakes? The line is blurred.
Peace at peace. A beautiful notion now unseen.

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