Shattered GlassIts stupid to think I mattered back then. The only thing that mattered was the way I saw myself, because the way I saw myself was strange – like I was looking through shattered glass. In a way I was. The tiny fragments made every imperfection stand out, made my flaws magnified and easy to reach. Yet this time, my flaws define me – and in a way, they are the only reason I matter. It wasn’t always like this. Before the accident, before my reflection admitted my defeat – things were different. I was the normal girl. But normal is a relative term. While others would pride themselves on waking up in the morning and being differShattered Glass
The sunThe SunThe sun
The sun burned brightest on the darkest days. The purest of light, the rays so tranquil yet effervescent, cast shadows over all that was lost. The wind whispered secrets I could no longer hear. Yet the sun still burned, matching the ache in my heart when I thought of him. It had been months since I had ached. He made sure of that. Yet the sun cruelly chose this day to blind earth with rays deep and rich in color. His features burned into my mind while the wind reminded me of his gentle touch. I could no longer escape him. My decision left me burnt and charred – needing and wanting different things. By loving him I be
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