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I'm good at bottling up my feelings.
So good that when it explode, it leaves me nearly nothing, and if there's anything left, all I could do is stare at the broken little pieces, the remnants of the chaos that I brought upon myself, not really knowing where to start.
And one by one I'd try to pick it up, unsure if I could fix it.
Or if it could even be fixed.
But then I'd still try to, to patch it up, as best as I could.
-things I'm good at
©euphemia