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#brokenclock
I'm someone. You're someone too. Even if you're broken. Because if a broken crayon can still color, and a broken clock can still be right, a broken person is still a person. You just have to find your way out of the darkness and into the light
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Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 9:29 PM UTC
Broken
*The front door is sealed. I hear the bell ringing, but I'm unable to clutch the **** Fire burns hot on the other side.* The smoke billows under the door - suffocating as it seeps into my every pore. I must escape from this loveless trap, before what is left untapped is scrap. I tremble at the thought of love, recede when met with compassion. Like a dock to which sadness flocks, every heartbeat is like a fading clock's.
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Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 6:00 PM UTC
The Thought of Love