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Apr 2018
you like to rip me to pieces
every chance you get
then pick me back up
and try to put me back together
like a puzzle,
execpt now, i am too damaged to be
put back together,
my pieces don't fit together like
they are supposed to-
like everyone else.
and even some are left missing...
to be specific
the only piece truly missing
would be the one
in between my third and forth rib,
on the left side of my chest.
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adept  16/F/Astray
(16/F/Astray)   
170
   Jobie, J, Safira Azizah and Kalliope
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