I can blame people for why I’m so broken, my abusive father that I escaped from 2 years ago, 3 boys that ruined my life child self. Little old me all alone and scared if he’ll mess up and get a hit, act a wrong way, say the wrong thing, hell even walk the wrong way. Maybe if he looks at him the wrong way maybe he’ll beat me up. Also too small and innocent to stop what happened to him, not knowing what the boys took from him that’ll never be able to get back, something that doesn’t have a price or a replacement.
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The stupid thing is that no matter how many others contribute to breaking another, the individual is left to put everything back together on his/her lonesome.
Sometimes though, different people can help put pieces in place.
No matter what, no one is without cracks. Broken can be worked with.