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Rated: E · Column · Emotional · #2129903
Broken people are still people...
Sometimes, I feel like collapsing into someone’s arms and cry my heart out. It’s all building up inside me, the burden of thoughts, the hurt of a broken heart. It’s all dim inside, the mind, the soul.
A storm raging inside, crushing each bone in pain. And a smile shining outside, hiding each scar in lies. Broken people are just too complicated a mess to know from their words and actions.
Everything is just sad. And the worst part of being a tough, strong person is when people think that you don’t need them. I do get weak, ok. I feel empty, as if I’m drowning. I really want someone to come and rescue me from this mess.
I need someone to touch their naked soul to open up in honesty, to pout out in trust and to reveal their truth.
I’m done being strong. I want to cry my lungs out.
But you know it’s okay.
I’ll fight this battle, all alone.

Thanks for listening to me. :)
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