One last time

I am done sweeping up the shattered pieces of my heart off of the floor. I won’t try to sew them back together anymore.  The edges are too frayed anyway. I will send them to the fire, and sprinkle them in the ocean.  At least that way, my heart can feel at home one last time.

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