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Jun 2018
Those tinny fractures inside my soul…
they hurt like stepping on small pieces of glass with bare feet
they wont make us die by bleding…
but they hinder our steps
they make your advance painful
Even they are small…
Yes, they know how to hurt.
Speaking Eyes
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