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So fragile and tender, becoming so bitter. And bitter things shrivel up, and dry out. I will become porcelain glass. The fancy kind. Porcelain is breakable, I'm afraid I will shatter. Please don't drop me. I haven't the heart to pick up the pieces.
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Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC
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So fragile and tender, becoming so bitter. And bitter things shrivel up, and dry out. I will become porcelain glass. The fancy kind. Porcelain is breakable, I'm afraid I will shatter. Please don't drop me. I haven't the heart to pick up the pieces.
abby-johnson
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Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC
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