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Mar 2015
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
Nicholas Morin
Written by
Nicholas Morin  California
(California)   
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