Lost.
Astray.
Disorientated.
Let's face the truth.
That i'm broken.
Everyone is trying their best to cheer me up.
But i only concentrate on the fairy-tales he told me.
The fake fairy-tales.
But at least i have false hope rather than no hope.
I saw him.
He was out with another girl, with a smile on his face.
Already?
He looked so carefree.
I looked so shattered.
He looked so happy.
I looked so defeated.
He looked like he was in love.
I look like, a person with no soul.
I guess he already let me go.
I guess i need to let go of him too, then.
Maybe, if there's no other way, i'll take what i tried to find.
Death.
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BROKEN SOULS
Short StoryHe was broken. She was shattered. They were both broken and shattered, and death seemed like the answer to their problems.
