You've been sad.
You've been depressed.
You've been broken.
This is all because of the cruel world we live in. You, an angel who has fallen from heaven, did not deserve this. You are kind to all, and make others feel worthy. Your smile lights up the day of anyone, and your hugs fill everyone with a soft warmth on the inside. You care for others so much, that you forget about yourself. You let little things get to you. You, who once seemed as strong as an iron fist, now crack like ice under the weight of a feather. Like someone once said to me, ice may look nice, but it breaks easily. You are beautiful, yet weak.
However, everything that has been happening will all blow over. All things do, because while this world may be cruel, it gives you a moment of relief. Things seem to fall into place, everything seems fine, and the world seem a little brighter. That's part of the reason why it's so cruel. It gives you a false sense of hope.
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Unfinished pieces for Mediocre
RandomJust parts of my story Mediocre that I never finished and probably never will so they're here instead.