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I'm broken beyond repair. A thinning string, eventually, snapping under extreme force. A shattered piece of glass under ****** feet. A crestfallen melody, playing on a skipping record player. I am nothing. An empty room, barren of any light. A dark hole, filled with dirt and worms. Rust and paint flecking off a dejected car. It hurts. Like a back which hides the knife. An accusation flung towards me, without any precedence towards the cause. My rights taken away from me. My hopes dashed before my very eyes. **I am hurting. For I am broken. Because I am nothing.**
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Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 8:44 PM UTC
Downhearted confessions.
I'm broken beyond repair. A thinning string, eventually, snapping under extreme force. A shattered piece of glass under ****** feet. A crestfallen melody, playing on a skipping record player. I am nothing. An empty room, barren of any light. A dark hole, filled with dirt and worms. Rust and paint flecking off a dejected car. It hurts. Like a back which hides the knife. An accusation flung towards me, without any precedence towards the cause. My rights taken away from me. My hopes dashed before my very eyes. **I am hurting. For I am broken. Because I am nothing.**
Feeling rather useless right now dejected sigh
Nickel
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Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 8:44 PM UTC
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