Do you ant to know the hardest thing about loss, the toughest thing to forget. It's like it engraved into your brain, trapped, a longing soul trapped behind bars of steel.
The hardest thing about loss isn't losing your loved one, or seeing them die, it's watching the loved ones that arn't on their death bed be torn down. All walls stripped from their minds, it's hardest to watch parents, siblings and family in general cry.
I breaks your heart like a shattered mirror, first, a crack only just the width of a hair. Watching the crack spread, webbing out clouding the mirror, until one day it shatters. You watch each and every single piece fall from the mirrors frame, and hit the ground. You see it, you stand there and watch because you know there is nothing you can do, sure you can make the shards bigger, not as small and broken, but still broke.
And you know, every person has mirrors, many of them, they lay fragile waiting to be cracked and shattered. You know that you have mirrors, just as fragile just as delicate, and just a simple tap will destroy them.
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