shattered

If everything I am was placed in a vase on a pedestal, I’d ask for a sledge hammer and in a not so gentle swing shatter self. Pieces in hand, and bleeding palms, I’d fall on knees and wail with the wind …no regrets, no more pain, just a smile of acknowledgement. Now I know I’m empty ..noah_arkenswagg

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