A bullet fired cannot be unfired. Hurtful words, once spoken cannot be swallowed. You cannot un-know a truth, no matter how unpleasant. Solid becomes shattered.
In the aftermath, the fragments of my life turned into sharp, tear-filled shards. I found myself bleeding love. Broken. Wounded. Alone. The recoil made me wind myself inside myself.
One day it won’t hurt anymore. But I will still have the scar.
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Pier Point 