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Sep 2016
So many times would I rather just be a broken toy.

Let my parts disassemble and fall apart.

A broken recording replaying the same thing again and again

Missing paint and chipped edges.

My wind up doesn't work anymore.

I
am
exhausted.

Let me lay on the floor in a jumbled mess

Without someone trying to put me back together.
Chelsea Rae
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