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Apr 2019
I watch as the blood drips slowly
From the palms of my hands
I look at the deep slices and scars
That cover my arms
All because she is like…
Broken Glass
Beautiful to the eye
Shiny and shimmering in the light
But also sharp to the touch
Hidden edges like razors
No matter how hard I try to put her back together
She cuts me and falls apart again
I wish I could have her but she always hurts me in the end
Sholiver
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Sholiver  16/M
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