PatchWork

PatchWork

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"Stop trying to fix me," She murmured, casting her eyes away from my gaze. "I'm patchwork. I accepted a long time ago that I will never be whole again. Some part of me will always be broken, no matter how many therapy sessions I attend or how many people that promise they'll sew me back together. I can't ever be fixed."
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