There comes a time when you can't help but to feel empty and lonely.
When you feel broken and the memories haunt you.
When you only feel pain and feel horrible.
When you feel stupid and ashamed of yourself.
When the words won't come out but the tears want to, but you just remain calm, but keep acting like nothing is happening and you are good.
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Fragments of the Broken
Teen FictionJournal of broken pieces, where broken hearts and broken people lie on. Where you'll find things that you might've felt at a time or seen before your eyes. A projection, an art expression of things we keep, things we see. We are all Wallflowers, and...
