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Jul 2013
It's funny isn't it?
How parents could simply watch their children destroy themselves without giving it a second thought?
How the very beings that ever so carefully create us can watch us pick ourselves apart without even a morsel of suspicion that we're slipping through the cracks
How a parent could look a their child's broken smile and think behind it there isn't a crushed spirit.
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Written by
Natalie Perez
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