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Jul 2017
I hold it in my palm
So fragile
So weak

I watch it, and think,
To crush it?
Or care for it?

A little glass ball
So transparent
Yet opaque

It's so easy to forget
Its true size
Its true power

So I stare at this little thing
And think
So numb

Would I feel anything?
To crush this
Small thing?

How would the shards fly?
Who would they cut?
Who would they miss?

Would this little glass thing,
So mysterious
So fragile
So powerful
So sharp
So overwhelming

Would it ever be missed?
I forgot the password for my account so I haven't logged on in forever, sorry guys
I was trying for a more symbolic type thing and I know this isn't very good but I mean I tried. It's supposed to be about life and considering suicide because people never understand how numb you can be while thinking about it. I wouldn't be surprised if no one got that though.
Nicole Dawn
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Nicole Dawn  Oklahoma
(Oklahoma)   
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