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Mar 2020
A piece of glass
Yet so small
Is so big
You may not see it
But it see's you
You feel the cut
And urge for more
So you grab a blade
One intention
Not death, nor destruction...
But simplicity
Allot of my friends are cutters
I would always ask why
This was what i got back everytime
Sky Sellers
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Sky Sellers  17/M/Oklahoma
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