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Mar 2014
i once broke a glass table top
i watched all the pieces scatter
as i stood in shock with
blood dripping down my hands

and i think thats how a heart breaks
the pieces scatter and you find
yourself stood in shock with
blood dripping down your
hands.
S.W
Written by
Sammy Whitelaw  22/F
(22/F)   
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