Being broken is beautiful? Really? 
Okay then name the last time someone chose shattered glass over a perfect mirror? 
My brokenness isn’t something to be marveled at. It’s sharp and cuts like a blade that tears through my far from thick skin. 
It fragmented pieces distort the image between who I am, who I believe myself to be and who people believe me to be.
 I’m messy and all over the place and if you get too close or aren’t to careful you put yourself at risk for being hurt by me. 
People want to clean me up, to fix me but have you ever tried to piece back together a broken mirror? Cause let me tell you that no matter what there are always cracks that will remain. I am forever scarred.
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Sweater Vintage / Leggins H&M / Shoes Nike Air Force 1



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