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It’s not the scars that hurt the most But the feeling of being alone, The struggle to keep the faux me up. I’m I’m losing the I’m like glass. Pieces of me shatter into dust, unrecognizable in the dirt around me The pieces cut me as they fall, shredding my skin to ribbons. glistens from the cuts, like little rivers flowing down my skin Nothing can hold me together, Nothing at all But I’m struggling to hold myself together, Struggling to tape my shell back together, Struggling to
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gothgirl added this comment 2010-05-10 21:45:50-05:00
wow amazing glog! love this!
jessie1702 added this comment 2010-06-20 07:42:14-05:00
thats so sad. great glog though!! :)
gothgirl added this comment 2010-05-10 21:45:50-05:00
wow amazing glog! love this!
jessie1702 added this comment 2010-06-20 07:42:14-05:00
thats so sad. great glog though!! :)