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Oct 2013
sometimes i bury my
stress and put on a
clean face, tell people
I'm relatively unfazed
by everything but I
splintered this morning
over eggs and toast

they say He never gives
you more than you can
handle but bits of me are
seeping out the cracks.
(c) Brooke Otto
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