May 2014
I wish I could gather all your broken pieces ,
and heel the scars that the shatter had left in you.
But here I am, oblivious of how to gather my own wreckage.
and heel the scars that the shatter had left in you.
But here I am, oblivious of how to gather my own wreckage.
Inspired by someone.
(22/F)
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