"I am intact, just broken in ways I can't repair alone. but no one can bear me long enough to help. I can't even let them get close. when I do they just look and touch the wound, then leave me to hurt more.
and I let them, because at least for a little while I was being touched. I could almost believe it would last, though inside it never does. it just falls away and I am left with only me and more self-induced scars."
How long can I lament before I can accept that this is who I am.
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