no pieces

She ruffled through what was left of her clothes in a box by the bed. Pulling out an OBEY jumper and a pair of her favourite shorts. As she finished dressing herself to begin her day, she sat by the side of the bed and stared at the box of clothes. There was not much left of her possessions or her belongings. Not much to posses and not much to belong to.

She was having one of those moments when you know you've got to pick up the pieces of what was left of your life so far and move on. Point was, there were no pieces. Sure she had friends but not one she felt the urge to call upon.

She had always turned to movies and the occasional book to get her through the day. Music used to be important. It doesn't leave you with much choice when most music nowadays is worse than cat screeches and music from the past was either overused or brought back memories that served no purpose in the present.


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