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Her world was like a glass bowl that had fallen, shattering into a million pieces. Her heart, a raging storm, blowing her over time and time again. She could'nt take the pain. She was like a fragile doll once it breaks theres no perfect fix. You could still see and feel all the glued together cracks within her features. She was beauty and she was light but she was also dark as night. The light she would shine upon others by day but, by night her mind was fucking screaming. Begging for someone to save her. For someone to understand, to feel her pain, to hold the shattered pieces of her heart in their hand and to love every broken and whole peice of her. For somone to understand her wildness and to love her sweet spirit... Sometimes broken is beautiful too... But no one ever seems to love or except the broken dark sides to our souls.