Break Me Gently
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I've been broken for so long that I stopped believing I could be whole.
No one wants to love a man who can't even stand on his own two feet. I've heard it all before.
"It's not you, it's just... this."
"We can't do normal things."
"You deserve someone who can handle this."
Bullshit. What they meant was, I wasn't enough.
Then she crashed into my life - reckless, stubborn, impossible, and made it her mission to prove me wrong.
I'm drowning, and for some godforsaken reason, she won't stop pulling me back to the surface.
But love doesn't fix broken things. And if I let myself believe she'll stay, I might not survive when she realizes I'm too much to handle.
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