A million little pieces

You wake up each day and wear a mask that’s meant to show strength, composure, and grace so people will see that you’re doing alright – mainly, so that they won’t bug you and ask if you’re alright.

What are you going to say if they do ask how you’re doing?

My wife just died motherfucker and my heart broke into a million little pieces. Leave me the fuck alone.

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