My scars show you I've been strong enough to endure the trauma of the world. My heart has no scars, my heart hangs in tatters only visible to those who see with more than their eyes. And my soul, well, my soul is comprised of pristine shatter, held together only because each individual piece is falling apart. They fall apart the right way though, that's why I still play this facade of being one and whole. .Hubert Martin
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When I am broken, I am whole. When my soul is shattered into a million pieces, that is when it shines the brightest. And the reason why I play this facade is because of how it hurts to see people who are truly whole and happy, and yet they still hide their true selves from the world. When I feel myself breaking apart, I do not want to let anyone see me like that, and so I force myself to smile and be strong and hold together what little of me remains.
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