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Jun 2015
they say broken things are beautiful
well dear, i'm the prettiest thing
you've seen
with crooked edges
flawed imperfections
shattered pieces of you
reflecting in pieces
of me
but i can't be put together
like your old dollhouse
i'm not your doll
sewing my scars
for others not to see
i don't need to be fixed
"broken things are beautiful"
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