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it's so simple in my hands, like i know there's no real meaning for it in this world, that it doesn't belong because it's so easy. the pieces break apart and crumble before my eyes...god those deep brown, sweet chocolate chip cookie eyes. i'm so lost inside, in the depths and it swirls. this all takes me back to why it broke to begin with. and before i can stop myself it suddenly becomes something important, what i've felt so familiar with all along. but it's gone, with no way to get it back. spread like the tiniest little islands, floating on my kitchen floor. the black prison tiles make them pop out, and my focus starts to blur. blind-sighted by sudden found secrets and understanding. what i wanted and what i now need have become so different. and i cry, weep like the child i once was so many years ago. my knees shake, buckle to land beside the only thing that used to be worth living for. yet the crumbles still sit there like they can't even see my distress. what is it that they do to have such a strong hold on me? why does something so small now mean so much?