Window

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic


I'm a window, if you hurt me I crack, hurt me again I crack some more. After being hurt enough times, I shatter amongst the floor, into many small pieces. Each and everyone of those pieces a part of you that I loved. I am unable to be put back together, therefore I'm swept up and thrown away, not recycled. Recycling is for things that can be made new again. I can not be made new again for being in so many small pieces. I'm now replaced by a new better window. As I lay amongst the dump, I wait for the next window that you will hurt to point they shatter the way I shattered, the way I layed in the middle of the floor, underneath your feet, in small pieces waiting to be thrown away, just like me. You will keep hurting things to the point where they shatter, while they lay amid on the floor, you'll move onto the next thing you can hurt. It's a never ending story that will keep going to the end of time. 


Submitted: January 15, 2018

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