I'm too broken to actually feel. Not as in physically but mentally. I display unknown emotions, that I didn't realize existed. I look at every bit of my broken heart and while some still have a small glow many are dull. I shake every time I pick up a new piece, afraid that when I do it'll explode in my very hands. I never wanted it to be this way, no one did, but I did expected it. As I look at each bit, at each piece of my glass heart I notice there are huge chunks missing, like the pieces that carry my hopes and dreams , the one that carries all the memories of how I met my friends. However that isn't important right now. Right now, I have to gather the dull glass that remains and find a reason. A reason, that'll keep my mind from shattering too.
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RandomJust a dump for my thoughts , going through a hard time and learning to accept new feelings that honestly I didn't know existed,some good some bad and all it took for me to break and have uncontrollable emotions is all this build up stress and a per...
