#what if i broke under the weight of the dried clay i built up around myself to keep me safe
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#i hate having to be the calm one#the bitter and sarcastic and stand of fish#the one who doesn't like hugs or people#but always my skin is cold without touch#my heart is locked down tight and bursting through the seams#i've built up such a perfect statue of myself i don't even know if i can let myself out from inside#what if i wasn't who you thought i was#what if i had changed so completely but couldn't show it to anyone but me#what if i was gentle and kind and romantic but needed to be calm and logical and cool and couldn't be both#what if i broke under the weight of the dried clay i built up around myself to keep me safe#what if i fell apart and no one picked through the pieces to find what was left behind#what if i gave and gave and gave and there's was nothing left of me#what if i gave up everything to everyone i ever met and got nothing back and wasted away#what if i just lost#what if#let me out#please#gods above please let me out#i can't breathe in here#i can't do this anymore
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