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Jan 2013
Pretend to love my glass shards
then instead of you being cut
I am the atrocity
a friend you are not
and I see this
still I will be me
recede
why fight to be around
pretend I matter
while I sit in the background
Anon C
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Anon C  35/F/Virginia
(35/F/Virginia)   
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