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Dec 2018
everything I touch 
with my heavy hands,
shatters at some point, 
and 
it is what I end, 
picking up. 
Its why I always end up with 
broken 
and 
bleeding hands.
Mera
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Mera  18/F/Egypt
(18/F/Egypt)   
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