Sep 2019
Glass.
It's shredded hell.
And it spills on the world.
Spilling on ground.
and smell.
And it's awful.
I hate it.
it makes me sad.
But still.
I would take away your world.
It's shredded hell.
And it spills on the world.
Spilling on ground.
and smell.
And it's awful.
I hate it.
it makes me sad.
But still.
I would take away your world.
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