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Don't touch me, I'll break. I'm made of glass, You see. But, that's right; you already knew that about me. It's why you tiptoe whenever we meet, and turn down music with a piercing beat. You remember that I'm fragile— to be handled with care. Don't dance near me. Don't you dare. You know what would happen— you know that it's true— I'd shatter, I'd break, and I might cut you.
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC
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Don't touch me, I'll break. I'm made of glass, You see. But, that's right; you already knew that about me. It's why you tiptoe whenever we meet, and turn down music with a piercing beat. You remember that I'm fragile— to be handled with care. Don't dance near me. Don't you dare. You know what would happen— you know that it's true— I'd shatter, I'd break, and I might cut you.
kestrel
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC
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