Broken
She says that sometimes not feeling is the only way to survive. But truth is hurting is the only way to stay alive. Where there is pain there is love and pain is always temporary. She often runs away when things get scary. She'd rather go somewhere nonexistent than to face reality. Now her numbness is more real to her than her own mortality. She feels weak and hopeless never learning from mistakes. She's hurt. She's furious. Her heart truly aches. She feels it is over. It's the end of her world. What more can I say?...She's a broken little girl.
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