What lies beyond
these doors? Is there
really a place I
would fit
In?
I know I shouldn't
really care what others'
think, but I can't help it
when the only person
I will ever
Love
left me. He stood up
walked away without
looking back to see
me break into pieces
of glass, I guess
it
doesn't matter anymore.
I'll get over it one day
when I find the rest of my
soul. I can't wait for all the
hurt
to stop and I can finally
be myself again.
Freed.
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