I was... the very shattered mirror of my self coudn't be merged to pieces My reflection was ... the very thickest dark of the night without single light with no single light.
I'm still looking for meaning, here and there, everywhere. I'm still holding on and breathing. I pray, read, write, sing, play ukulele, craft, watch, daydream, sleep, talk, laugh, cry, and watch over the sky.
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