Scars (just a story)

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Ok so this is not an obsession of mine. Just something I wanted to write.
Warning: written during a time period of sadness! this is very sad!
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I'm the ghost of who I used to be.

A damaged version of my self.

I'm broken. Just see the lines I wear.

The prices of me have been shattered and what's left is scars.

My heart is not the only thing that has broke. It's all of me.

My mind, body, and soul have shattered.

I've been lifted so high that when I fell my peaces shattered miles and miles away.

Only a few have been found. And there not sane.

There the pieces with the demons.

The kind that scream. The kind that keep you awake.

The kind that whisper and make your flaws known, and try to tear you apart.

There is no escape.

Not in till all the pieces are back.

But the demons don't want to find them.

They want to shatter them more.

They want my hole existents to be shattered in till there is nothing left.

But there is the tiny peace of hope.

It's so very fragile, but it's there.

It's the only piece the demons can't get.

But people can. People can take it away.

So please be kind with your words.

And not just to me but everyone.

Cause words can be the things that take lives.

words are the things that shatter hope.

Hope is something we all need.

Every single one of us needs it.

So please don't judge. Watch your words.

And pay attention to people.

Cause actions can destroy hope too.

But hey if you don't want to listen to me then fine.

I understand. I'm just one person who you probly don't know.

And you don't know my life. And you don't know my story.

Hey that's ok. Do what you want with your life.

What ever makes you happy.

Everyone deserves to be happy.

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