I am not broken, I am chipped. I am not ruined, I am stained. Like your favorite white blouse you got spaghetti sauce on. At the moment you think it's ruined, probably even thought about just throwing it away immediately. But there is a resolution to this mess. Bleach. You can bleach the stain away. I am not the blouse, I can not bleach this memory of pain out of my head forever, but I can make it less noticeable, less hurtful, less memorable. I will not give you the power to stain me forever, to break me to pieces, to ruin me.
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I Am Not Broken, I Am Chipped
Teen FictionThe stories of everything a 22 year old girl has gone through and how she has not let it define her life's journey. Each chapter gives insight of a different person that effected her life in a negative way, some more than others.
