5/4/23
When I break is in silence, so the noise doesn't bother, and the pieces of the shattered glass don't cut someone else.
The memories that once made me smile, now haunt my life like the spirits that follow the bad.
The ones who held me up, are the reason why I am drowning. Because broken glass is something you won't let your skin touch.
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Things I Would Never Say Out Loud
Non-FictionLittle pieces of my life and my diary.
