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Aug 2018
fixed // 5:52 am


here we are, again, on the ground just counting sheep, or patterns or how many puzzle pieces you had to put together

how ur heart, when its shattered it turns into a puzzle, time to get some elmers glue and solve this

yes we make mistakes while we’re fixing our own problems, that we’re tired of fixing these problems, that we drink to get drunk, like when you’re a newborn u don’t remember anything, how no cares are given


maybe being drunk, makes us feel that way, or how we don’t have to worry for a slight second, its a temporary fix, than we’re back to it all again


getting destroyed is not fun, but destroying does sound fun, why don’t we destroy pain? destruction is what we love, if we destroy pain we’ll be fixed


mended, strong, welded together, its like being build up again, uniting yourself with the missing pieces, 5:52 am, and its not the why’s, and what if’s, it’s the joy of being able to know how to fix yourself


no manual is going to help, the only manual you’ll need is, yourself, how you were able to sign your own cast around your own broken heart, how the healing helped you get fix, and mend yourself


you didn’t do this all alone either, we all need friends who support us, who build us up to get stronger day by day, they push us to the limits, they empower us to be warriors, we fight to stay strong, as we fix to last longer
Written by
Faryal  18/F
(18/F)   
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