her is i we are broken

she always had a smile never showing how much it hurt hiding her pain away from the world building walls so high she couldnt see over them a broken girl with a heart of a child all she ever wanted was to be fixed but she always says sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me so why does she cry herself to sleep because of the lines etched on her skin and the demons repeating ever word that made her feel worthless

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