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Shattered Glass Is The Easiest Metaphor

by @totheriptide

I never cared for Broken things They seemed so pointless Useless Unlovable I never saw any worth Because what good is a guitar Without any strings? I never saw any worth in myself Because I hated broken things I believed the idea of no hope That I couldn't change anything But your hand in my life Has helped me to see That maybe, sometimes It's worth fixing. {NR}
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Sep 17, 2014
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