There are good days,
There are bad days,
and even on the good ones I think of killing myself..
Ending with my existence once and for all..
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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...
