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Feb 2016
My broken pieces are scattered everywhere.
I'm bleeding, pleading for help as everyone just walks past me and over the mess.
I'm screaming.
The crowd is passing, not even glancing.
Fragile girl in this unscrupulous world.
Days like this..
Secret Poet
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Secret Poet  21/F
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