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Jun 2014
I don't want to be broken anymore.
This shattered heart of mine
It's my noose.
The bruises and the scars
They won't fade.
But you. You think you can fix me.
Not a chance.
I whisper as the cold metal works it's magic.
Ruthie
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Ruthie  Dublin, Ireland
(Dublin, Ireland)   
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