FEAR OF THE BROKEN

People are afraid of the broken, afraid to get close, afraid to try and pick up the pieces, afraid to get cut on the shards of their broken souls.
I too am afraid, afraid my soul is too broken, afraid my shards have been pulverized to powder, and afraid that powder has been scattered hither and yon by winds of misfortune, afraid that as I live alone, I shall die alone, and quickly be forgotten.

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