|We live our lives through reflections, see our guilt mirrored in glass eyes and shatter into tiny pieces impossible to glue back together. But we try. I tried. The death of my mother made me question love, suicide, life, death and sanity. On the way, I studied words in my own personal hell before realising that above everything else, I failed her. And so, I end my inferno with an answer to a question none of us are brave enough to ask… …broken will always be broken.
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