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Forever Broken


Everyone tries to fix me. 
They all think they're the one who can accomplish 
this impossible task.

Talking about feelings, 
learning to trust, 
gaining friends, 
kissing, 
hugging, 
fucking. 

None of it fixed me. 

I always went home afterward, 
took off my makeup, looked in the mirror, 
and my broken reflection stared back at me.


I'm still broken, despite everyone's efforts. 
Will I ever be okay again?

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