Broken Photograph

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All that’s left is a torn photograph
Before I found all the discoveries
Where I was absorbing all our sacred memories and pain
Now anything barely remains
Again, I go over it and try to explain to my brain
Why so many ugly memories I retained
I look at the photograph and my mind goes insane
I tore the image to refrain myself from continuously staining myself with pain
A feeling which once was so intense now feels plain
I got tired of the complaining
I wasn’t maintaining, I wasn’t gaining
The memories were too much, I could no longer sustain it
Broken pieces, that’s all that’s remaining

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Hello! :) Welcome! My name is Glory, I am a mom to an AMAZING little man! I am a home-body, low key-nerd who loves feeding her soul with knowledge. I am super goofy and super genuine! I care a lot about others and I am very compassionate and understanding. I love to read/research, blog, and spend time with my son :) I barely watch tv but I enjoy comedy and anime. I'm usually a jolly person. My passions are health and poetry. I am currently a Massage therapy student. I teach yoga & I am also certified as a personal trainer. I want to help people improve their lives. One of my goals in life is to help others reach a sane place mentally and a healthy place physically. We need both intertwined to properly cope.

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