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Feb 2013
I am so damaged
So fragile.
My head is spinning
all the while
It is breaking
Slowly cracking
What is it making?
It is so heavy.
So fragile.
I wonder if it will last awhile.
Before the cracks become craters
And the skull becomes
Merely nothing but faded.
Written by
Katie
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