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Jul 2012
A broken piece of glass,
That was her last;
She finally broke,
Shattered,
Like the mirror,
On the wall,
She wanted to impress,
She did her best;
But that wasn't good enough...
Alone and scared she tried
And always cried,
Until the day she died...
Megan Jessie
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