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Sep 2013
the very first scar made,
was a sign of life,
a sign of courage, they say

they became a hand full
'til it's all over,
weakening every bit of life

but i am not of infinite,
i am not a rock,
im a glass, i am tears

i let myself drown
with edges of pain
and fall apart, however whole
Thea Miralles
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   BaileyBuckels
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