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Aug 2016
Being broken like a piece of glass
Always being put last
Breathing. But what for?
I cant take much more.
Its like a repeating chain of events..
Chain of brokenhearted events..
Slit my wrist once..
Twice..
Three times..
But who will notice ?
Everyone gone anyways...
Cyphers Queen
Written by
Cyphers Queen  baytown tx
(baytown tx)   
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   Glass and May Asher
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