My mind is a typewriter
Stringing letters into words,
Words into thoughts,
Thoughts into actions.
Until the day
you took a hammer
Shattered the keys
And left my mind
A Broken pile
A Chaotic mess
Unable to recover.
While you moved on easily
With all my reassurances
That I would be just fine.
Somehow—
despite the cracked
       and       missing letters—
You believed
             every
                    broken
                             word.


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