i pretend i'm okay when i'm gluing myself back together on the inside. and it's not the glue that makes things stick forever, no, it's like gluing skin back on your body, like trying to put back the pieces of a puzzle when there's barely any puzzle pieces left, like trying to mend the emendable. i would ask other for help but you see, i put up such a tough front that if i break on the outside i'm scared i'll never be able to put all of me back together again. the pieces will scatter on the floor, in the grass, some small enough to even fit between the rocks. this means i'm stuck here, alone, left to figure things out for myself. and i don't know if i can make it any further...
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