When I was younger, I envisioned my heart as a glass window pane.
One solid sheet of clear glass: full of potential, full of promise. I could almost see my hopes and dreams within the crystal clear surface.
But over the years, there were things that cracked the glass: disappointments and heartbreaks that would slowly chip …
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