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anna Aug 2014
she's lost count of how many times she's felt shattered and broken
it's to the point where the shards stick to the inside of her ribs and crackle every time she breathes
she supposes that by now she should've learned to mend herself
but she's waiting for the moment where the dust inside her will clump back together, heat up, and become glass again

{KAH}
...be kind I'm still learning

— The End —