Things are better when you're here.
I'm better when you're here.
The pieces of me I like the most only surface around you, when we feel safe.
Like I play hide and seek with myself.
I miss the pieces of me that only come out when you're around sometimes.
The pieces of me that are happy, and kind, and insightful.
The pieces my fragments coming back together.
And I'm not fragments.
Just me.
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Not me. (2023)
Short Storyso, I've been struggling for a long time now, and I never told anyone about it. I've never opened up. but I met someone who understands how I feel, and I'm beginning to feel again. I don't know how to do it, but I finally feel I can fight. I've been...
