Shattered
Broken.
I am broken.
I am hurting.
A shattered glass because of a love that didn't last.
Sweet memories gone sour with the taste of a ripe lemon.
Frgid, piercing pain that enveloped my heart and turned it stone cold.
Green weeds of envy that slowly suffocated the vibrant, blossoming dreams I once dreamt.
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