They talk as if he was what broke me, what made me turn into nothing but a shell, or what took away my smile. They give him all the power, and I just can't find it in me to tell them otherwise.
The truth is that i was broken long before he came along. They only seemed to notice the cracks after he walked out.
He never had the power to break me as that could only be done by me.
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Stories That Never Get Told
General FictionThese are the stories of the things that have been, could have been, and should have been. They needed their voices to be heard, and I'm doing the best I can to give them that.
