i see the glass break and smashed into pieces
i see myself on its little particles
reflects my portrayals
some can be clearly seen, some not
it cannot be fixed nor mended
i searched for the best part of pictures
yet, i got so many splinters from the worst one
and i realized that
the moment it burst...
is the moment that i got to be strong...
since the splinters could not be taken out of my hand...
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