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Broken

. I fell and scattered, shattered into a thousand pieces across the room, and laid, waiting for someone to put me back together. No one came, but it’s all the same: Mended or not I’m now cracked and incapable of holding anything inside.

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amanda-mayne

American

Published: Feb 27, 2012
LinesWords: 1143

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