A Torn Photograph

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While cleaning the attic, I picked up the photograph slipped under a cabinet. It was a family photograph with a tear separating me from the rest. A perfect depiction of what had become of us; separated by miles because of egos that failed to make one bow under the others requests, igniting sparks of hatred and dismemberment, making families go lost in the years to come.
All because of the lack of compromise rising in today's world that one opts to remain solitary in the name of independence instead of consenting any form of support better for our own good.

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5.5.20

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