Wicked Wednesday Prompt #170
We are all broken, that’s how the light gets in.
I wasn’t sure about this week’s prompt. It’s not that I’m unbroken, I just didn’t know if I had anything to say. Turns out that I do.
The worst part of being broken, for me, is the mask. Having to pretend that I’m mended, having to interact with people when I don’t want to. When I’d much rather just stay inside, pull the covers up over my head and hide from the world. Having to smile and be nice, be polite to people I don’t even like. When I’d much rather tell them I don’t want to talk to them today, I don’t want them to talk to me.
But part of letting the light back in means having to do all of these things. Part of letting the light back in is going outside, is…
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