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Sep 2017
I don't breathe the same
I can't

I don't see the same
How could I ?

I don't look the same
I've got new scars

I don't speak the same
I have a sharper edge to my words

I don't love the same
If I love at all

I do however feel the same
How could that change ?
It can't .
Cause I'll always feel this way ....



                  Broken
I'm just a broken peice of glass , be careful you wouldn't want to cut yourself.
Shadowhollow
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Shadowhollow  18/F/England
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     guy scutellaro, Kaels, Emma, Jazz, Rebel Heart and 1 other
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