the space station hums with the early morning traffic, the wafting of coffee and fresh croissants filling the air. for the first time, you are not behind your desk, hitting your shins on the weirdly placed piece of metal, but strapping yourself insi...
i was a human made of emotions and memories experiences and triumphs and failures and misfortunes that swelled up when called forth
i was a human who spoke in song lyrics who quoted movies and tv shows and who fell in love with fictional people
i was a human who moved to the rythym of a drum my chest rose and fell with the beat the pattern of crescendos and decrecendos the music was my melody and i fell subdued by its immortal dance
until you broke me
and like glass i shattered into a million parts and now all that's left of me is a heap of shards
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