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it's 10 o'clock and I'm crying again because when you say you love me I can never fully trust you I'm too sensitive, too defensive to fall for it again jesus christ, I'm a mess (fragile) I'm just a shattered glass there are too many pieces to bother putting back together (the box said handle with care but no one really listens, do they?) and it feels selfish to think about my problems my hell is a ******* amusement park, it's not real suffering, not to anyone else but I guess I never told you how afraid I was of the ferris wheel how I always felt like I would be left on top and forgotten and now here I am, bottom of the box I broke their fall and broke myself in the process but I wasn't that special anyway I wasn't strong glass, I wasn't made to survive I was made to look pretty and die, and I at least accomplished one of those I'm just sorry you invested (wasted) so much in me so much for one broken glass
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Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 9:33 PM UTC
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it's 10 o'clock and I'm crying again because when you say you love me I can never fully trust you I'm too sensitive, too defensive to fall for it again jesus christ, I'm a mess (fragile) I'm just a shattered glass there are too many pieces to bother putting back together (the box said handle with care but no one really listens, do they?) and it feels selfish to think about my problems my hell is a ******* amusement park, it's not real suffering, not to anyone else but I guess I never told you how afraid I was of the ferris wheel how I always felt like I would be left on top and forgotten and now here I am, bottom of the box I broke their fall and broke myself in the process but I wasn't that special anyway I wasn't strong glass, I wasn't made to survive I was made to look pretty and die, and I at least accomplished one of those I'm just sorry you invested (wasted) so much in me so much for one broken glass
????? idk
galaxyteeth
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Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 9:33 PM UTC
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