nobody can fix me,
but everyone can break me into infinite pieces
so that's what they keep on doing.
.30.8.22.
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The Wonders In Our Head
PoésieAll Oneshots and poems which came from the cryptic mind of a writer.
.so that's what they did.
nobody can fix me,
but everyone can break me into infinite pieces
so that's what they keep on doing.
.30.8.22.
