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Broken Body


Broken body, I'm what's left. Weight of their actions left unaddressed. Feel that shit deep in my chest. I am done taking their stupid test. The old me, dead and gone. Realizing I was just another pawn. In the end, I knew they were wrong. I don't know why I played along. I am not who you think I am, and I really couldn't give a damn. Fitting in your box feels like a scam. A human being, not a hologram. Broken body—I'm still here. I am more than I appear... written by Lillyana Little
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