Her brokenness opened an opportunity for her to grow,
Yet the scars keep on reminding her about the hours she's wasted.
The shattered wine glasses are on the floor, waiting to perforate on someone's feet.
Her blood keep on spurting out from her flaws, yet she turned a blind eye when she sees a band aid on the table.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 5:54 AM UTC
Her brokenness opened an opportunity for her to grow,
Yet the scars keep on reminding her about the hours she's wasted.
The shattered wine glasses are on the floor, waiting to perforate on someone's feet.
Her blood keep on spurting out from her flaws, yet she turned a blind eye when she sees a band aid on the table.
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