A long time ago I was broken. I managed to put myself back together but the pieces are so fragile that the least hard grasp will surely shatter me into pieces that can never be mended again. When I was in my teens I use to write poetry, don't all teenage girls? Anyway, I wrote a poem titled Shattered, I was Emo before people even had a name for it.
You want so badly to be unique, for your pain to be unlike any others. But pain is pain.
I know about pain and being broken. Life is hell sometimes, but we write to clear our minds, then we go on to live another day.
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