Pieces
Spending years rebuilding all the pieces...
All the pieces that have been systematically torn from yourself...
Only to realize, you were never much there to begin with.
A hollow shell feigning the motions.. a glass forever half-empty sentiment..
Never feeling whole- or recognizable to the reflection looking back...
Late night neurotic thoughts- manifesting into self-doubt by day.....
Thursday 5th January 2023 5:24 pm
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