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Jan 2014
i will break you.
it's a necessary measure,
and i need you to cooperate.

next, i will break myself
by twisting into something
that i'm not meant to be.

we will heal.
this time will be different though.
it might actually work.

(it won't)
someday i'll learn
Written by
Clare Iskov  London
(London)   
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