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Broken crayons do colour They might have snapped me on the inside But my ends My ends still colour Yes I may not tell the story like others do But my story still matters My story is quite unique But we are all still made of the same wax Some of us just have a lot to lose Our lights are not as bright as others We walk half empty,half full We faced battles much earlier We are much hollow But my ends still do colour You see I might be able to be repaired on the inside but I still do colour I colour much more carefully not trying to smudge the edges I colour much harder than you do But I still colour Beacause my ends still colour I might be snapped in the middle But broken crayons still colour
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Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 5:34 PM UTC
Broken crayons still colour
Broken crayons do colour They might have snapped me on the inside But my ends My ends still colour Yes I may not tell the story like others do But my story still matters My story is quite unique But we are all still made of the same wax Some of us just have a lot to lose Our lights are not as bright as others We walk half empty,half full We faced battles much earlier We are much hollow But my ends still do colour You see I might be able to be repaired on the inside but I still do colour I colour much more carefully not trying to smudge the edges I colour much harder than you do But I still colour Beacause my ends still colour I might be snapped in the middle But broken crayons still colour
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Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 5:34 PM UTC
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