I am terrified that one day you'll wake up and say.
"I can do so much better then her."
YOU ARE READING
The broken
PoesiaThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
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I am terrified that one day you'll wake up and say.
"I can do so much better then her."
