Some days...
Some days are inexplicitly full of sorrow.
No. Sorrow’s not the right word...
Some days are full of breaking. Breaking confidence, breaking the joy, breaking the little chain of hope for the future...Some days are just broken and there’s nothing you can do to fix them. I hate that. I hate not being able to fix things because you’re too overwhelmed by the tiny little shards of what once was to even comprehend something whole again.
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My day...isn't shattered, just chipped enough to call it's structural integrity into question...
No. Sorrow’s not the right word...
Some days are full of breaking. Breaking confidence, breaking the joy, breaking the little chain of hope for the future...Some days are just broken and there’s nothing you can do to fix them. I hate that. I hate not being able to fix things because you’re too overwhelmed by the tiny little shards of what once was to even comprehend something whole again.
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My day...isn't shattered, just chipped enough to call it's structural integrity into question...