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Dec 2019
I didn’t ask
to be made of glass
nor did I wish to be
thrown so far.
I didn't ask to be so frail,
to fall head over heels.
I didn’t know you
wouldn’t catch me but
I thought that glass would survive.
Mitch Prax
Written by
Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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