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My mother told me you can't fix glass once it's broken She told me this when she found me locked in my room at the age of 6 trying to fix her vase I knocked over playing ball in the house She told me you're suppose to get the broom and dust pan and clean it up Disgaurd it in the trash where it belongs And that's why I call you an idiot when you say you love me You're only going to end up with a chest full of shards and a few open gashes You don't try to mend glass Onces it's broken you can never fix it completely No matter how much glue you try to use
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
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My mother told me you can't fix glass once it's broken She told me this when she found me locked in my room at the age of 6 trying to fix her vase I knocked over playing ball in the house She told me you're suppose to get the broom and dust pan and clean it up Disgaurd it in the trash where it belongs And that's why I call you an idiot when you say you love me You're only going to end up with a chest full of shards and a few open gashes You don't try to mend glass Onces it's broken you can never fix it completely No matter how much glue you try to use
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
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