Thousands of bottles cascading to the floor
Each one holds a memory
They bounce on the concrete
making little, seemingly insignifigant sounds
Though each piece of the glass cuts off more of my heart
There is almost nothing left to me now
So many shattered bottles
The shards littering the ground
represent more of me than what is left.
Please tell me what you think
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Brian, the pain in this one is palpable. Sometimes it does feel like our hearts and lives are shattered into a billion bits of glass and we feel we may never be "put back together" again, but it does happen, eventually. I certainly empathize with this kind of pain and you've expressed it well even though this is very, very sad. My best, Elizabeth
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