I have always been broken.
this is something i've known forever, for at least as long as I can remember.
it doesn't bother me anymore, this knowing, this fact that can't be danced around.
the people who tell you that you can be put back together are wrong; they have their own ideas, their own agenda. I know this is now. now, I know.
I didn't, then.
then, I would have died for someone to tell me that they saw in me a glimmer of hope, of wholeness, this idea that there was something about me worth saving, savoring, worth staying with. worth staying with. worth putting back together.
I would have. died.
and maybe it would have been better if I had.
maybe. probably.
this is something else that now, I know better
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Fanfiction"stay here, mel," perrie whisper crouching in the door frame,her knife blade glistening by a silver of caught moonlight. "listen for sounds." my hands shake. and even now, amidst the chaos, I am struck by how I have my mother's hands, though hers h...
