I came into the world whole... when I leave I leave in pieces. This world and the people in it have taken their toll on me. Everything slowly breaks me till I can no longer be broken because life will have left my torn up, bashed up self. There are some who try to piece me back together, some who try to stop the cracking but they are few who can actually accomplish it. The mends are not permanent and very fragile. I should have a sticker on me saying handle with care but even then some are too dumb and blind to care. I'm tired of living in pieces. I wish to be whole. But I am fragile so I break easily. I just wish it hadnt been you.
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