Break up

My father said when I was young, relationships will see you stung. In fact, he said, they're like an egg. Fragile, they break, more than a leg. But when you take a closer look, like reading beyond the cover of a book, you will see what might have been, the miniscule fetus of mortal sin. It will not matter, for it's in the past. So sit and feast, on the yolk at last.


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