Shattered Glass
Broken in more ways than one.
By Amanda DoylePublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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It may come as a surprise to you
that I am nothing more than
a body made of shattered glass.
I feel like I've never had a home.
I've had many places to live,
but a roof over my head never made me whole,
and an apology could never fix my sorry heart.
I do feel melodramatic
for letting the idea of reckless abandon
intoxicate me so fiercely.
But I've always been drawn to
bright lights and dark corners,
and if I make my own world into hell,
it won't be so bad when I arrive at my destination.
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About the Creator
Amanda Doyle
Currently in my bad bitch era.
Online authenticity coach and tarot guide, here to help you become the most genuine version of yourself online.
Unleash your inner magic with me and own your unique journey!
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