Shattered
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Última publicación mié, nov 2, 2016
Constantly thrown, dropped, and cracked yet always heals... Although, what if they shatter? When our souls, our hearts finally get crushed by the weight of the world and the face of reality, what happens to us? What happens to generality when a touch of it's existence shatters?
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