You play with my emotions like they are toys one second you cherish them the next you throw them against the walls and then you ask me why I feel so broken.
I can't be thrown around so much. I'm not unbreakable. I actually shatter very easily. You just can't see my cracks.
But now that I've been broken so many times they're starting to show. You don't care though. You see them and you ignore them thinking that because I'm glued back together I don't feel the pain.
That's not true though, because I do feel the pain and it's stronger than ever.
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Depressing One Shots
General Fictionthese are just a bunch of random one shots and a lot of them are really depressing so ya
