55 parts Complete The broken can never be healed.
The same weak cracks will always be there no matter how hard you wish for them to fade.
I am facing more grief than I can handle at the moment. Then add on my new professional hockey career and the fact that my biggest nightmare might walk free in a few months, and you get a piece of glass about to shatter into a million unsalvageable pieces.
Here's to hoping everything doesn't fall apart, because there's no waking up from my fall.
