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Sep 2017
my heart shatters like glass
the pieces scattered everywhere
but if i try to pick a piece up
i end up cutting myself & bleeding
sit there sobbing with my face in my hands
as the blood trickles from my skin making me
crimson in color
lynnia hans
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lynnia hans  georgia
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