Countless pieces now remain
Of what was once one.
Yes, broken is what I am.
So is this it?
It could be the end.
For everything points so.
Both those on this side
And the opposite one.
To break they might get
But to remain broken
Is what I get
To choose or not.
Yes, broken I am
To you and myself.
In this moment, yes.
But not for long.
I’m not afraid to be broken
For I’m not afraid to be real.
For I can piece myself together
After broken, again and again and again.
An Author You'll Remember 
Beautiful read. I remember I wrote a post similar to this….thanks for being an inspiration..
Keep inspiring 😊😊😊
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Thank you so much. To be called inspiring while you put out your raw self is humbling in itself.
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I think that’s the actual definition of inspiration. When you pour out yourself in writing and prompt others to fight through same challenges as u face.
Thanks alot🌸
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My pleasure. ☺
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