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Do you think it was you who broke me? Are you that special? I broke at 7 when the first man I loved had forsaken me I broke at 12 when she threatened to beat me daily but never landed a single blow I broke at 18 when my first love sought comfort between a strangers legs I broke at 22 when I found myself in the dark touched by unwanted hands I broke at 25 when my last love told me I’m worthless and broke objects at my feet and said his life’s in my  hands I shattered at 26 when I bared too many cracks to remain whole. Are you that special? To think your presence or lack of, would make my life anymore tenebrous than its become.
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Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 4:38 PM UTC
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Do you think it was you who broke me? Are you that special? I broke at 7 when the first man I loved had forsaken me I broke at 12 when she threatened to beat me daily but never landed a single blow I broke at 18 when my first love sought comfort between a strangers legs I broke at 22 when I found myself in the dark touched by unwanted hands I broke at 25 when my last love told me I’m worthless and broke objects at my feet and said his life’s in my  hands I shattered at 26 when I bared too many cracks to remain whole. Are you that special? To think your presence or lack of, would make my life anymore tenebrous than its become.
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Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 4:38 PM UTC
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