All my dreams I carry with me,
in a bag of broken glass.
It’s not the parts of busted hope,
it’s the memories of the past.
Make the good things last. | Noah Gundersen
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Then that broken glass shatters the emotional rut so bad sometimes that the botheration doesn’t let them breath properly.