I'm breaking.

As I try to stitch myself back

Together.

It doesn't seem the same.

I realize the threads

Are only breaking themselves.

And only leaving more scars.

I feel nothing.

The physical pain

Is something I've

Become numb to.

I remember

What the world use to be.

I seemed to be happy then.

But that's because

I didn't know.

Didn't know the truth.

But that was

Years ago.

Me at that time

Could never imagine

Me like this.

But this is what

The truth does.

How much pain it causes.

But

This may just be

True for me.

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