Splinters

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Everything is broken

The figurine on my bookshelf

The closet door

The mirror hanging on the wall

The bones in my foot (when the closet door fell out)

Everything beyond repair

My room

My heart

My dreams

My life

A trail of shards all around

Empty

Broken

Shattered

Gone

Someone fix me…

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