The vessel has shattered; smashed to bits by me
Loving hearts sliced open by sharp shards of glass
Bloody tears pour down upon what used to be
Memories are what's left of a perfect past
It can't offer refuge from the mess I made
Scar reminders that perfection also bleeds
Next time I will think before I swing my blade
So in hunting wants, I don't destroy my needs.
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