Oct 2014
My mother is a strong woman, but everyone breaks sometimes.
She is porcelain.
Beautiful, pure, smooth in tone and colour; but easily broken.
She held the universe in her eyes and crested the world in her heart but she was never very good at holding in her pain and she was never really the same after he left.
She is porcelain.
Beautiful, pure, smooth in tone and colour; but easily broken.
She held the universe in her eyes and crested the world in her heart but she was never very good at holding in her pain and she was never really the same after he left.
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