Things break.
It’s a part of life.
Broken dishes.
Broken promises.
Broken lives.
Sometimes you manage to avoid the shards.
But sometimes, sometimes they cut you deep.
They make you bleed.
And they leave scars.
But as time goes on,
Those once prominent scars begin to fade.
Those fragmented pieces begin to mend.
And what you’ve lost comes back.
Maybe it doesn’t look the same as it used to.
You could still see the crack or the little missing pieces.
But just know that in a matter of time,
You will be whole again.


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