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Day 336: Shattered

The flawlessness of the crystalline glass, makes it the most fragile creation, delicate and smooth, Unforgiving when broken. I wonder how Cinderella floated above the expectations or did she just walk on shattered pieces, Quietly bleeding until the shards were embedded and she no longer knew love without the pain of perfection. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

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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