Who are we?
Are we a puzzle that is taken apart at random intervals?
Are we one person who is so broken that we snapped?
Are we one?
Are we many?
It's so hard...
To know anything...
Sometimes it feels like the world is trying to kill us.
Like we don't stand a chance.
But sometimes all that matters...
Is making through it now.
We want to rise above this.
We want to be who we are.
But part of us still whispers...
"You're not who you say you are."
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The Neverending Heartbreak
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