Shattered

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I am so fragile,

A glass figurine

With fingerprints

In all my crevices.



The strange thing is

I’m not the one

Being held onto.



I’m the one holding on

To something

As transparent as my surface

Once was.



Something that

I could never touch.



And I know that

The moment I let go,

I will fall to pieces.

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