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i was walking home, the sun beating down and shining off my porcelain skin

as i turn around they were there.

they laugh at me and shove me

i crack, "stop! please" i yell as they shove me again

suddenly my arm shatters

i let out a loud sob as it breaks.

"you monsters! i'm in so much fucking pain! i hate you i hate you!"

they look shocked. offended.

"your a bad person. you have no idea what i'm going through."

you? what about me.

i apologize. i always apologize.

as they storm off i sit on the floor sobbing

he finds me, trying to glue myself together

he sits next to me and talks to me while i glue myself up

time flies by, my heart flutters with every word he says

i look down and realize my arm fixed itself.

he healed me once again. and yet again he had not a clue.

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