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I don't know; I suppose I'm still working on this one. It's not a poem, or prose really, but I didn't know what to call it. Perhaps an overly long quote? Haha.

when the very last piece of you has shattered on your bedroom floor, do not panic. search for the others. some are in the bar you were hesitant about going to. you will find a few by the rustic swing set that creaked harmoniously with your cries. some are dispersed throughout his apartment�"leave them there. but most you will find at home, the place that you have barely left since he did. when the very last piece of you has shattered on your bedroom floor, cry your heart out. eventually you will piece yourself back together, but it is okay to remain broken for some time. and when you are ready, you will know exactly where to find yourself.

Author's Note

This was produced by a new method I'm doing of searching for a picture, writing about it for 5 minutes, followed by another 5 minute session of rework and editing. therefore, there is still lots of room for improvement.

Reviews

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Brilliantly conceived and rendered...

[soulremedies]

Thank you so much!! :)