I've been wanting to write something, really. Even though we mean nothing to each other now...I still see you.
I see that you are not you anymore, and because of that fact, I feel worried.
I can almost see your shards on the floor when you move. Unlike me, when you are weighed down by your demons, nobody notices. Nobody sees the way your eyes glass. Nobody notices the cracks in your expressions. Nobody can see past the facade you've built on yourself and that you're slowly dying under that mask.
You are alone this time.
You've began isolating yourself from the world again.
YOU ARE READING
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Teen FictionHe wanted to break her. Unfortunately, one of her broken shards pierced into him. ·˚ ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈˚· Read the revised and edited version of 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛 and explore Rizu Lu's other works on saltroomarchives.wordpress.com Thank you for your continuous suppor...