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Tired of assembling them again and again
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Every day I fight a new battle with myself.
Everyday I give myself courage that everything will be fine.
Everyday I wake up with new hopes, but end with new struggles.
Everyday I forcefully remind myself that I was a jolly girl, full of energy, enjoying every bit of my life.
But..
Behind my forgotten smile and misplaced dreams, there lie broken pieces of my soul, tucked into every part of myself, etched with pain.
In every scattered piece, there lies a story of my silent screams that I can’t share with anyone, and that keeps haunting me.
In every tear that my pillow holds, a story of my heartache sleeps. Each unnoticed, painful sigh carries a piece of my soul.
I am broken, my heart is broken, my soul is broken, every broken piece of myself is scattered far and wide.
I am tired of continuously stitching my broken bits back together.
I quit..
No more hopes.
No more dreams.
No more expectations.
