beating drumsticks
like beating a drumstick she beats her own heart. she bashes it around by lending it to others, but the wood splinters striking people. what people don’t know is that is just her hard front personality being worn away, to reveal the vulnerable raw stick underneath. the stick that used to beat to others hearts and had to be repaired again and again by the damage others did. they wore all of it away until it was bare. no one can see a drumsticks broken until it snaps. until it is undesirable and unable to be used any longer. even then people take beats out of it for fun, slowly hitting snapping her heart. can no one see her drumstick is bare, that it is all an illusion. but everyone is too concerned with their own drums to care about this one.
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