Pieces of a broken

…♥…

Fall onto the floor

…They…

Scatter here, they scatter

…There…

&

Leave a trail just

…Everywhere…

I’m tired, and weak

&

Much to frail

…My…

Only thought at this

…Moment…

Is

What do I need the pieces

…For?..

I have no answer.

…There…

Isn’t time. I’ll leave these

…Useless…

Pieces, leave them all

…Behind…

10:23 PM

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