broken glass
slipping through
my hands.
looked like
rain bows…
under the sun.
shattered
pieces
upon the ground
if it’s so
silent
why do
i hear them
fall ing.
hide the
sharp shards
in my heart.
puncture me—
no blood will flow
broken glass.
slipping through
my hands.
looked like
rain bows…
under the sun.
shattered
pieces
upon the ground
if it’s so
silent
why do
i hear them
fall ing.
hide the
sharp shards
in my heart.
puncture me—
no blood will flow
broken glass.
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