As I said before. They broke her. But weirdly she broke herself more. She was the perfect of destruction caused by others around her. But she was an even more perfect epitome of self destruction.
One look. She stares at herself.
Two looks. She rack her body.
Three looks. She analysis all her scars.
She hates how she feels like in her own skin.
She hates her scars.
She dislikes her bruises.
Mostly she loathes her eyes.
Cause they are never bright.
They're just reminders that she'll always be haunted by her past.And present. Worthless is what they call her.
Sad part is, she doesn't even disagree with them.
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Amê Tristê
RomanceHe taught her how to love but never to stop. "I wish I could give you my pain just for a moment. Not to hurt you, but so you could finally understand how much you hurt me." A story about a broken girl. She could cut you with her broken pieces.