Broken. Everyone is broken. No one is perfectly okay. But no one tells anyone. No one knows because we hide how we truly feel with masks and lies. We may say we're okay, we're fine or there's nothing to worry about. But in reality we're not okay, we're not fine and there is something to worry about. But we are too scared to tell people because we think that people may look at us differently, like we are weak or not worth their time. We don't understand that they may feel the same. We are all broken. We are just too scared to accept the fact that we are all forever going to be broken.
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So I posted twice in one day surprise since I haven't posted in almost a month. I have wanted to post this one for about two months but I wasn't ready but today I figured out I would never be ready. So here it is.
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My mind
PoetryThis is going to be a book about how I feel and how I view the world, people, ect. It is also going to be about my life and depending on how I feel at that moment will depend on how depressing each chapter may be. Not all the chapaters are going to...
