"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars,
saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart.
Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart.
I intend to leave this life so shattered
there's gonna have to be a thousand separate heavens
for all of my broken parts."
A.G
we all fall apart eventually, most likely more than once in a life time and every time we do, we break, but it's how we deal with our pain that makes us who we are, what we choose to do with our broken parts.
Words are what I chose to sew my fragments with, molding the pain into lessons and framing my journey with letters.
to be truly human we must all have flaws and broken parts, the sooner you accept this fact, the sooner you'll be able to live freely.
With all the love,
Saint
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Fragments
Poetry"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousa...
