Fragmented.
Shattered.
Pieces of myself disappeared
into the wind.
Can’t find them
Can’t feel them
Can’t be whole again.
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Meh?!? You ok? Dark mood?
I’m as good as I ever am.
Wanted to write tonight and… that’s what came out.