Sep 2018
There is literal glass in my hands
It hurts to do the things my hands are supposed to do
and if that doesn't desrcibe the way my heart feels
I don't know what does
It hurts to do the things my hands are supposed to do
and if that doesn't desrcibe the way my heart feels
I don't know what does
(17/F/Somewhere Beautiful)
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