Broken

I am broken. I have been broken for some time now. I feel as though I might have started this life with a fractured soul.
A fracture that grew and split over time, becoming irreparable. These cracks, within my soul, were not filled with love and hope.
Their journey consisted only to collide with the other fractures.
Like a cracked egg, openings appear. Through these openings my soul bleeds. I fear someday there will be nothing left, but emptiness.

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