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Apr 20
When the glass shattered that day,
all I could think was—please stop.
Later, it became—I hope the pieces fit back together.
And now, it’s—I pray they don’t break further.
The pain, you ask?
It’s still there.
Only now, the numbness is manageable.
It still hurts. Just quieter now.
Stardust
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Stardust  22/F/India
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