Shall I tell you the story?
The one of the girl with a small shattered smile and broken lungs.
You know that story.
My story.
Eyes so blue they are like the unforgivable depths of the ocean. They can swallow you up.
The face everyone sees, but nobody remembers.
I can tell this story from memory.
From heart.
From soul.
So do you want to hear it?
And when the story is finished will you glue the pieces back together?
Because she could use the help.
But for now I'll simply tell the story.
The story of the girl.
The story of me.
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