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A rock hits the tin glass out of nowhere. Thousand pieces fly around the space and hide themselves in every corner. The sturdy glass broke.
It's waiting to be fixed again.
It is waiting to be complete again and shine bright in the light of the sun.
It's waiting for the moment where all the pieces will be back together and the window will feel like itself again. Happy and proud, full of self love.
But for now it's still broken and I'm the window.
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