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Aug 2019
I'd rather see the world
Through a broken glass
Fragmented
Like I'm an insect
I'd rather see you
Looking through my bangs
You're blurry now
Like I'm dying
I'd rather see myself
Well
I'd rather not see myself
At all
My bangs are too long so I'm writing about it.
Written by
kain  Non-binary/Haven, ME
(Non-binary/Haven, ME)   
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   Perry
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