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Jun 2014
When you met me I was like broken glass
all along the floor.  
You wanted to pick up my pieces
and put me back together.
I wasn’t ready, and my jagged edges
cut you along the way.
You wanted to see me happy.
So I let you in.
My mind couldn’t comprehend
someone like you
Loving me.
Written by
fractured  Oslo
(Oslo)   
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