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Jul 2013
I hurt every time.
A little part of me is so fragile,
just like glass.
Whenever that glass breaks inside of me,
it pierces the tissues in me
and some are so long and sharp
they stick out of my skin
and I walk around like
A sad little person
but everyone sees me
and yet nobody cares.
SexySloth
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SexySloth  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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