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by platoswhore

by platoswhore

                                    
                                              •Sometimes i let it all get to me.
I let the pain and confusion wash over me.
Like a tidal wave.
And then, when it's all over,
I wipe my tears away.
I pick myself up again.
I go to work.
I do my chores.
Until the next time I can't hold it back.
Until the next time i feel like I'm disappointing everyone.
                          Someday, I might just snap.
                          •There's a delicate type of beauty,
in broken people. 
Most of the time they're
scared and sad,
but every once and awhile
you see the sun shine through
the cracks of their
hearts and lights up
a small part of the world
in a wonderful way.