Cracks

Each step, each breath, each choice I take or make overflows with angst, the agony of regret, of not knowing or understanding the why, the pieces that don’t fit even though they used to, even though they should. Those fragments fall between cracks I didn’t know I had, and I’m in a box, inside the shattered dream of what I wanted roiled up with who I wanted to be, where I dreamt of existing instead of stuck in this windowless room aching for the fire flowing from you.

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