They say we're like clay.
We have to be able to mold to things in order to shape us who we are meant to be.
I'm tired of overdoing everything.
My cup is thirsty.
It's been empty for so long.
I shouldn't be hurting this bad so young.
I'm working on it.
I will get better.
I will find the water to fill my cup.
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Heart of Glass II
PuisiPart II of the things that make my heart shatter into a million pieces.
