Happiness is a mere myth to me. 

To actually be surrounded by those who care for you,

by those who love you and

by those who won't torture you. 

My mind, filled with nothing but shattered glass,

scattered a once-perfect frame,

now broken into a barricade.

Shatters penetrate through my brain and seps onto my body.

I can still feel her...
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