#1754

Secrets spill from
your lips with ease.
Who knew you and I
were so horribly brittle?

I am broken glass.
I am the questions
you leave unanswered in
the corner of the room.
I am a fragment of what
I worked so hard for.

Damn you for
stealing away so much
of who I once was.

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