Glass Half-Full of Thoughts

She wakes up every morning with the feeling of two marbles in her mouth and a pile of broken glass shards by her bed; she frantically sets to work on glueing the pieces together like a vase puzzle while suffering a bitter aftertaste, but maybe she should try painting them seamlessly into a story instead and spitting out those marbles for good.

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