Once upon a time, i saw myself like a broken glass that nobody could fix, even myself. Then, I met a guy. A too good to be true guy, my guts are telling me that something's off but i shrugged it off.
Until reality slapped me hard, that there are no guys like him because "he's too good to be true".
And here i am, fixing myself because no one will.
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