so, i took all of my broken shards, placed them in my bag and went out.
and now i was greeted with air. with emptiness and sympathyㅡ not only for myself but for him. i knew that he was a wonderful man deep inside, but his actions no longer wish for me to stay. he was to hold the neck of his love for the rest of his life, until his hand would sweat and break, and his mind and body would shatter.
so i'd leave before he'd shatter me completely too.
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