"The Broken Ones"
"Haha. Honey you obviously don't know me. I'm dangerous, evil, and hateful. Wake up, look around, realize there's not always good in this world. You know what I'm good at? Pushing people away. I draw them in like a moth to a light and then I crush their souls. I hurt people over and over again and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Whatever pain I feel, I deserve. Anything bad that happens to me, I deserve. I deserve to be thrown in the deepest darkest abyss and for forever because that's where I belong and it's just who I am. Some people can't be broken into pieces because we were born as the broken, as the destruction, and we were born to be cast down in hell. So honey get off your high horse and stop prancing around like you can fix us because we are the unfix-able."
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