Dopo aver letto il capitolo più triste di una meravigliosa ff su awae, ho partorito questo pezzo...che è in inglese e non si può tradurre per l'uso delle parole.
Have you ever felt broken?
So hurt that you can't breath, that you can't think or love.
That you feel incomplete.
A part of you is gone and it doesn't metter how much it has hurt you, what he told you, how many lies...you are too broken to feel anything else.
You are blinded.
You are rotten.
Unfixable.
Just broken.
You have heard your heart crapping.
You have perfectly heard it...and nothing is gonna be the same, ever.
Half of you is gone.
Taken.
Kidnapped.
There's nothing to be angry for.
There's nothing.
You can't even being miserable.
He took your emotions too.
You are empty.
Broken.
But you will live.
Who cares how bad you are feeling now?
He said he will come back, someday.
He will.
He must.
You must survive, doesn't metter the depth of the hole in your chest.
Who cares?
He did, but he has left.
And you are broken.
And he said he will come back.
But he could have lied...he has lied before.
Who cares?
You are already broken.
And it's a pain worse then death.
So familiar, so new.
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