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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.