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Feb 2013
I know you can't see

All of the broken porcelain

Shards of who I was

And who I wished to be


Your little girl

Is now falling to pieces

With every passing moment,

She searches for her release


Another day comes with

Another debilitating relapse

Another kiss of bloodied pain

From her only lasting friend


All she wants is just a little


Peace
**Trigger Warning**
Kittridge James
Written by
Kittridge James  Olympia. Washington
(Olympia. Washington)   
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