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Nov 2015
as we grow older
our hearts grow ever colder
the thermometers of our souls
dipping ever lower
and soon the shards of broken
glass
and
hearts
are the only things that phase us
so we start slitting our wrists
in an attempt to bleed out sadness
within us
Written by
Molly Daniels  ma
(ma)   
416
   Ariel Baptista
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