BROKEN

I once heard on a movie “I’m broken,but broken is freedom, I’m breaking I am finally free.” My heart tears through my skin like a piece of paper getting shredded. Feelings thrown away like trash in a garbage. Hurt as a knife been stab threw lungs reaching for oxygen with my arms screaming out help in my mind. But it remind that our bodies are not designed to read minds, but its so funny becuz it can feel pain. What’s pain ? I mean my pain. Pain you can’t hear, see, taste, or feel more intellectual to be more real

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