Broken, plastered and pasted back. Broken again and mended through sticks, stones, and gauze pads. So now, I am finding it hard to happily continue on as if nothing happened, as if there isn't this harrowing hollow in the middle of my chest that awakens me in my deep sleep, in cold sweat and dulls out the lustre of all my passions, colors and words.
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