Something else broke in me that day. I am sure it was already chipping away for a while, but that day, in just a minute one, it broke all the way. I cannot name it, I can only feel it. It was there one moment and next, none of it was left. As all the other broken things in me, it will stay with me. Only with me. Just another broken thing to the collection of broken things of my mind.
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