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The Broken Truth

tiredwhilesleep

LETTURE 300
Voti 10
Parti 17
Tempo 23m

LETTURE 300
Voti 10
Parti 17
Tempo 23m

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bro·ken
ˈbrōkən/
verb

 past participle of break.
adjective



1. Having  given up all hope; despairing.

"He died a broken man."
 


Synonyms:	smashed, shattered, fragmented, crushed,  etc.




{NOT EDITED} [COVER BY @ NFictionism]



" I don't care anymore. Nothing changes at the end. The chemicals going through my bloodstream not only changes me but makes me. I'm not the same person, I don't even know why I thought  you would care about me. But you know what maybe I am being overdramatic. You didn't care for me you used me. You ahead leave."


"That's not ..."


" Then what exactly ? Huh? Smile you say, you say it like it's easy. I clap for you, I love how you can smile through everything, I love you laugh , I love you brave you are, how hard you work. But I can't." My voice cracks, my eyes become watery once again.




  










".........thank you for being here, but go to her not me."Tutti i diritti riservati

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I'm lost. Broken. And nobody knows. I help people, and when you help people, you don't get help. I couldn't look at myself think how a mess I was. It was too late for me to be fixed. Nobody could help me. I was too deep in it for being saved. I had too many scars and thought. I already had a broken mind. When I tried to kill myself and failed at it, they brought me to a mental facility. There I meet other teens with different stories and each with their problems. The longer I'm here, the more stories I get the knowledge. We come together to tell our stories so that we can move on from what hurt us in the past and what waits for us in the future. We're all strangers, but we're all living in this messed-up place call life. So can we overcome our broken minds. -2014-

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