Humanity
It's hard to act Human when you know that ever part of you isn't good enough.
You look at the scars in your wrist, stomach, thighs, ankles, all you see is the imperfection.
I'm alone, and broken.
You can't fix something once it's shattered, you can ALWAYS see it's cracks no matter how good you are at hiding them from the world...
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