Sometimes the things that happen to us, latch on so tight that pieces of our soul remain in those moments.
The pieces are broken off until there is nothing left of us.
We watch from the distances of our past as the world interacts with a shell that once housed a million specks of us, desperate to understand why no one can see the truth.
That we are impostors in our own skin.
With the real article scattered among history, a time must come to journey back into the darkness in search of the pieces, hoping to find ourselves whole again.
To be whole again.
By Kephra Rubin
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