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I watch as the blood drips slowly From the palms of my hands I look at the deep slices and scars That cover my arms All because she is like… Broken Glass Beautiful to the eye Shiny and shimmering in the light But also sharp to the touch Hidden edges like razors No matter how hard I try to put her back together She cuts me and falls apart again
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Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 7:48 PM UTC
Broken Glass
I watch as the blood drips slowly From the palms of my hands I look at the deep slices and scars That cover my arms All because she is like… Broken Glass Beautiful to the eye Shiny and shimmering in the light But also sharp to the touch Hidden edges like razors No matter how hard I try to put her back together She cuts me and falls apart again
I wish I could have her but she always hurts me in the end
Sholiver
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Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 7:48 PM UTC
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