I gaze into the distance as I pick up the shattered pieces of my life.
I see towering storm clouds massing on the horizon.
The violent torrent is bearing down on me.
My emaciated spirit breaks just a little more.
I hang my head to hide the coming tears.
The freezing, stinging drops of rain hit me.
Water and tears mingle together hiding all emotion.
No one cares anyway.
I wonder how much more pain and despair can be thrown at me before I'm broken.
I am amazed that I have not withered away into nothing, my ashes blown asunder.
Tossed about and torn apart.
My chaos, my lovely despair continues, even after death.
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