I still wanted to be perfect. I lost weight. Lots of it. So many pounds. My mother noticed. I told her it was just a new diet. It wasn't new. Nothing is new. Everything has flaws. Broken. Chipped. Cracked. Like me. I'm hungry. My mind is eating at me like a predator at is prey. Always hungry. The feelings always linger. Always.
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Finally Broken
Short StoryThe noises used to make me feel happy. Happiness is nostalgic to me, and now the noises sound like screams, bombs being set off right next to me. Cries of pain, sobbing. Then, silence. The silence hurts the most, and then I feel numb. I feel no pain...
