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May 2015
I hate it when this happens
You break and I get blamed

Your shattered pieces lay on the floor
I don't care
I just kick those pieces
You're nothing to me

Chill, I'm not that heartless, its just a **cup
****.
Written by
Nikita  22/F/New Zealand
(22/F/New Zealand)   
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