Broken Pieces of Me

December 6, 2009
Broken. In pieces. I was broken. I was in pieces. I was a porcelain china doll that had fallen on the ground. Pieces of my heart now scattered and trampled on. No one there to pick me up. No one there to put me back together. I was alone. I couldn’t piece myself back together. He was gone, never to come back again.

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kitti said...
Jan. 4, 2010 at 1:58 pm
Love It!!!!!!!!!!
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