08/10/2024
"Behind the glass, it’s just a reflection. But what happens when the reflection shatters, just like the pieces of my heart? 💔 Staring back at the broken version of myself, it’s hard to tell if I’m still whole or just fragments of who I used to be. The cracks in the mirror mirror the cracks inside, and every piece reflects a memory, a pain, a moment of silence. Maybe one day, I'll pick up the pieces, but for now, I’ll just watch them fall. "