If you ever call again.
If you ever see me again.
If you ever hug me again.
You will hear a voice full of broken glass.
You will see a scared version of me.
You will feel my ribs like a fake metal grid around my heart.
I cant eat. I'm exhausted. I can not think about you.
I'm afraid of breaking.
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