I held a vase in my hand.
At the time, I had no idea how precious that vase was, and how fragile it was.
It wasn't until I had dropped that vase, saw it shatter into millions of tiny fragments, that I realised how important it was to me.
And now, it feels as though I'm trying to piece it back together, back to the way it was before.
But the cracks will still be there.
And I don't even know if it will hold...
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