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Prose Challenge of the Week #49 : Use this sentence to inspire your piece of poetry or prose: "We are all broken." The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100 and will be placed first on our Spotlight page and the runner-up will receive 1000 coins. When sharing to social media, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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EndlessWords
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Love Me, Again.

I looked around me, the familiar surroundings. Pitch darkness and a musty scent. It had not changed for quite a while. I lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling, my arms outstretched. It one of those days that I reminisce about the past.

It was like a dream.

Raucous laughter echoed throughout the room as we played together. It was just her and me. The days we ran around the lawn and the days we spent inside. The times we had fun till late at night and the times we just simply spoke. And of course, there were the times you hugged me with trembling hands while your parents argued outside. I simply accompanied you as you whimpered softly into the dark, dark night. It was simple, really. Me by your side. Enjoying our time together, not counting the minutes, not counting the seconds. When time flew by.

The memories went on, from the time I met her till since she abandoned me here. I looked at the floor my my side, a piece of my face just out of reach.

~~~~~

Time now crawls a second at a time, but I never stop hoping that she’ll come back here, and apologise. And we’ll go back home together, go back to the old times, and she’ll make my clock tick again. Tick tock, tick tock…

Children think toys are childish as they grow up. Something inanimate that can be thrown away.

The clocks ticks in the same rhythm as my heart. Irregularly.

The piece of me just lying there, as I imagine my face without it. I am broken. All toys are.

The hope that she’ll come back is fading. She’d probably already forgotten me. But the memories just keep coming back. 

When the toys are thrown away, they all break. Each and every one of them. Just like me.

The future seems bleak as the light fades. As I know in my heart that she’ll never come back. Though, I just can't help hoping.

Hoping for someone to come and dry my tears and mend my scars from long ago. 

The day that she left, not only my face broke. Something else shattered into dust.

Actually, you don’t have to apologise. Just come back. Come back to me.

My heart.

~~~~~

"Jane, Jane, love me again."

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