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Dec 2015
I do not
think that I
was meant
to break away

For now
My thoughts are scattered
and
shattered
like shards of
glass

I
do not know when
I will find
a light
or a hope
for me
in this darkness
that drowns
me

I do not
think that I
was meant
to break away

For now I
cannot sleep
I have
no
identity

I am
broken
and forgotten
crushed underfoot
by the
masses
like
shattered glass
We are made of the finest spun glass, just waiting to be shattered.
Rachel W
Written by
Rachel W  18/F/Texas
(18/F/Texas)   
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   Scarlett Willow and jepuckett
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