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Mar 2015
I'm not fragile, but I'm not weak
I'm in between
I'm not the definition of perfect, in fact, I'm far from that
I feel like a glass doll, to can see through me
My scars are on the line
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I wish my problems were like a hookah pin, breathe them in, then within seconds they disappear
Blue Angel
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Blue Angel  Harrisonburg
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