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Oct 2017
I'm shatterd
I'm broken
I can't be fixed
I know that
Pieces of me are everywhere
Im like a glass
So sensitive that if you let it go it will
Break and soon you will regret letting go
me who you shatterd into broken pieces with your hands
Written by
Beda Flores  22/F
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