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Nov 2011
Crack my ribs, *******
Just crack them
I don't need ties to shape
To order
To feeling fine
When they're gone, I might open up.
Funny how we grow in a cage for our own protection.
Funny how that seems heartless.
Funny how ******* I'm fine.
If they pierce my heart
I'll know what I was really made of.
Written by
Rachel Patterson
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