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Shards of glass

broken

my mirror

my page

rage

the critic has won

you're such a *****

so hard on me

**** you

yeah right

they are just words

they are just my deepest emotions

my scars

my battle wounds

my story

my violence

their violence

her story

your story

your knuckles are bleeding

by the way

just words...

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tana-marie-b
Published
Nov 4, 2014
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