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I am broken. 

All the pieces of me scattered around like tiny specs of shattered glass.

Who am I? 

I used to be whole, filled with so many beautiful things... 

but now, I feel nothing but empty..

A black abyss where my mind has gone and has yet to return. 

I carefully choose the mask that is appropriately suited for each day... yet, 

No one ever notices that I’m dying underneath. 







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  • Dec 02, 2018

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