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Day 260: Shattered Reflections

TW: Abuse Shattered glass lay at my feet, each piece reflecting a moment, a story of my first walk, when you held me up, my first word, uncle, said into the phone a fleeting smile. So many pieces, so much history but I cannot make them fit anymore. Pieces broke so small that shards are… Continue reading Day 260: Shattered Reflections