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Jul 2018
I'm used to breaking hearts
And glasses
And promises I said I would keep
I break eye contact
And routine
And once both my pinkies at the same time
I wish I could break mirrors
Then maybe my reflection would match how I feel inside
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Grace Ann
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Grace Ann  25/F/Tennessee
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