Sometimes we think we've gotten reasonably far. Or that we did pretty well.
But, when we look around, when we see the truth and not our own fairytale-like fantasy, we realise. And we break.
The truth, it hurts.
(Please bear in mind that I wrote this under 5 minutes in math class.)
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When all we thought was true,
our little fantasy
in a realm of truth.
The glass wall
that held everything up
shatters, broken by itself.
Nothing holds it it up anymore,
nothing left behind,
except a heart perhaps,
torn at its core.
-i.c.
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irene
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