Pieces are all I ever have.
Little narrows slivers, massive hulking chunks, all run through with fissures and cracks like a shattered mirror reflecting back a million tiny Alices.
I don't know my past, but I see glimpses of so many futures, and I try my best to glue it all together. I have to, for my sanity's sake.
Even so, nothing is stable. Nothing except Jasper and the rest of my family, but even they disappear. They fade in and out until I wonder sometimes what is real.
Will I end up alone?
Can I trust what I see?
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