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Oct 2018
As I hold this broken piece of mirror in my hand, tears keeps falling.
I tried calling him to see if he cared,
But I didn’t hear anything back from him.
I realized I have pierce myself
deep, blood gushing out from my wrist.
I lay on the floor waiting for his reply.
As I bleed, one last tear dropped.
I didn’t hear anything from him.
Written by
Kate Red
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