I'm jaded, pieced together jaggedly, haphazardly.
My past haunts me like a blanket, wrapping me in the coldest of embraces.
Some days I feel whole, as if I'm not held together by a thin wire.
Others my mask falls and I'm left feeling like the fraud that I am.
A broken doll hiding behind the facade.
He holds the power to destroy me, and it's both beautiful and terrifying.
What is to say he will want to protect my heart with the same tenacity I do?
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