Broken

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I came out as broken glass,

And my pieces are sharp and cut,

Silence is my loudest cry, though my eyes are desert dry,

The pain in my eyes is invisible to the outside.

Everything is broken

My lungs can't take air, my brain can't take oxygen

Why do they have to degrade me? I walk around bruised and scarred.

Scared to exist.

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