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18h
Can you see the shards
It's broken
Can you see the stains
It's bled through
Can you see through all the little lies
That cramped in their way and hid inside
Can you see those
Can you see me
I'm the glue
My job is to fix the shards
It can be yours too
Look closer
Open your eyes
It's breaking
It's broken
It's bleeding
It's broken
It can't be fixed
But we can try
So open your eyes
And look closer
At the tiny cracks
And those massive ones too
We can't fix them
But we can try with glue
Ayla Grey
Written by
Ayla Grey  17/F/Seattle
(17/F/Seattle)   
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   Jill and CJ Sutherland
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