It's like... My emotions are a little glass person... And sometimes that little person starts falling apart, piece by piece, and shattering. Then it tries to fix itself, cutting and hurting as it does, but it gets back together somewhat, with a lot of glue and tape and love. Then something else comes along and hits the cracks again, making it all weak again, then the cycle begins again.
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Poems, Rants, and Other Random Shit
PoetryI guess this is just different stuff in my head that I needed to get out. Most people may not understand but I'm going to write it anyway. It's just rants, poems, short stories, painful paragraphs and diary pages.... Read at your own risk. My mind i...
