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You broke me once
and then shattered all the pieces
to break me even more

By Chloe Elizabeth
I came out as broken glass
Not a bottle, not a window, just glass
And I was told I was Broken.
But what if this is what I am?
I'm sharp and cut, and my pieces get broken smaller,
But that's what I am.
Broken.

- N. Morin

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