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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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Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 2:38 AM UTC
Broken
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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Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 2:38 AM UTC
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