Aftermath (2/2)

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It's been two years momma. Two years since you left. I'm fourteen now. Nobody can mention you around me without sending me into a panic attack. The kids at school call me broken. And thats what I am I guess.

Broken. Shattered. Unfixable.

Daddy tries his best with me, he really does. But he isn't you, he never will be. We understood each other like nobody else could. But now you're gone and I'm a mess.

I started to hurt myself like you used to. I understand why you did it. It feels so good, I deserve the pain. Because I could have done more to save you. To make you want to stay.

And now I'm just broken. And nobody can fix me. And I don't know if I want to be fixed anymore.

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