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by ShaneFrost

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I can still remember that one night after everything happened. I felt hollowed out and just scratched the pencil into the paper until it broke. I was a mess, and I still am a mess. When the lead tip snapped, I rested my head in my hands and sighed, leaning over the page, and the words said " Because of you, I'll never know what it means to feel safe with anyone again. " Just talking about it..I feel a lump in my throat and the cold on the tips of my fingers.

Was it me? Is it always me? What do I do to people? Is it them? Why is it so hard for us to be sweet, and kind, and..and..mm..

When I reached my edge, a boy came to me as if seemingly out of nowhere. I felt like an awful person, and I still feel like an awful person. Like a monster, sometimes inhuman. He didn't come along and tell me I wasn't those things. He just told me the way I was..he liked it. I want to believe him so badly. It's so cruel that I've been stopping myself.

Keywords

human 108,461, comic 87,048, robot 18,694, machine 4,479

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Type: Portfolio

Published: 8 years, 8 months ago

Rating: General

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