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I was born with a glass cup. My brothers and sisters, They had plastic ones. My older sister dropped her cup once. She picked it up, washed it off, and filled it back up with water. I too eventually dropped my cup. I picked it up, washed it off, and cut my finger on the chipped rim. I didn't understand why; My sisters glass was fine -      What happend? One day I met a girl. She had a glass like mine. She showed me how to make it look like new - just hide the broken spots. One day we were playing and i dropped my glass. She picked it up, and cut her hand. She left to get a bandaid. I stay'd to run and play. It's been 7 years. Almost half my life. The doctors filled my glass with cement - So no more water would spill out. She found a way to take her cup, And dip it into plastic. When she did she caught wind - Glass is only for the problematic. I hope someday she'll look at her hand - That scar i gave to her. Hopefully she'll not just remember me - But forgive me for what i've done. I never ment for this to happen.
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Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC
A cup of life with my dear friend Hailie
I was born with a glass cup. My brothers and sisters, They had plastic ones. My older sister dropped her cup once. She picked it up, washed it off, and filled it back up with water. I too eventually dropped my cup. I picked it up, washed it off, and cut my finger on the chipped rim. I didn't understand why; My sisters glass was fine -      What happend? One day I met a girl. She had a glass like mine. She showed me how to make it look like new - just hide the broken spots. One day we were playing and i dropped my glass. She picked it up, and cut her hand. She left to get a bandaid. I stay'd to run and play. It's been 7 years. Almost half my life. The doctors filled my glass with cement - So no more water would spill out. She found a way to take her cup, And dip it into plastic. When she did she caught wind - Glass is only for the problematic. I hope someday she'll look at her hand - That scar i gave to her. Hopefully she'll not just remember me - But forgive me for what i've done. I never ment for this to happen.
I miss her so much. I don't know why. It's been 7 years.
#love#suicide#depression#life#hate#death#lost#i#miss#hailie
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Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC
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