Shattered

It was as if I were staring at shattered glass. Every piece reflected a different angle of the same reality, but no matter how many I examined nothing could help me put them back together into something whole or conclusive.

But sometimes the truth is like that. Shattered, varied and impossible to grasp, at least not without cutting yourself.

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