Eggshells (Rewrite)

I closed myself off from the world,
fearful of becoming cracked
and found rotten.

But my shell was so fragile.
The slightest tap broke me:
a mere comment of interest,
even a simple smile.

I let you in, spilling my contents-
those parts that were
too painful to keep hidden.

These broken layers of myself
were shed in hopes
you could see me as
lovable, though fractured.

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