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Dec 2017
My body is cracked
It’s the way it was made
God probably thought
I was really so bad
When he saw me at first sight
He sighed softly
So my heart is broken
And no one can see

The knife of abuse hits my body
And it shatters again
Put my limbs back together
Yet they’re still cracked
A gun of a thousand words
Shoots me in the chest
A little voice says
That I’m better off dead

Maybe I am
Maybe I am not
But as far as I can see
I shouldn’t exist
Why do people shatter others who are going through pain?
What did they do to them?
Middy
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Middy  14/F/In My Head Full Of Dreams
(14/F/In My Head Full Of Dreams)   
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