// There's always a light at the end of the tunnel //

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You were the light at the end of the tunnel that happened to be a train. You ran me over and all the while I smiled through the pain because it was you. The metal on the tracks against my shattered bones felt like home; this wasn’t the first time I was run down. I learned to patch up and piece together the bits of me you wrecked so you could smile and knock them down again. I was Frankenstein’s bride. Molded and created to please a monster; programmed to be blind so I would step into the tracks at the wrong time, every time.