You've broken me.
Several times. Several places.
But I've been able to gather my pieces back together and fit them in their right places.
But I'm afraid. I'm afraid because it is meant to happen and it will.
One day, you'll break me so bad, like a china doll, that I'll not be able to put myself back together and the darkness, I've accumulated over the years, will start spilling.
People around me will be able to see the true face behind my mask.
And that's exactly what I fear.
Because there is no face.
There's just a broken shell of a girl, who ended herself in the peak of love.
Several times. Several places.
But I've been able to gather my pieces back together and fit them in their right places.
But I'm afraid. I'm afraid because it is meant to happen and it will.
One day, you'll break me so bad, like a china doll, that I'll not be able to put myself back together and the darkness, I've accumulated over the years, will start spilling.
People around me will be able to see the true face behind my mask.
And that's exactly what I fear.
Because there is no face.
There's just a broken shell of a girl, who ended herself in the peak of love.
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