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Jul 2018
She was real, maybe that's why I clung onto
her.
She was glass in a sea of plastic,
But stronger.
She had heard it all already,
Any insult you could throw she would catch
then drop.
I envied that.
Maybe that's why I broke her.
Qwn
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Qwn  19/M/BC
(19/M/BC)   
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   Avinash G and Boi
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