They always say that i am a glass, so perfect and flawless. But when i drop onto the ground, nobody was there. Because they know that if they tried to pick me up, i would cut them.
They always say that i am a glass, so perfect and flawless. But when i drop onto the ground, nobody was there. Because they know that if they tried to pick me up, i would cut them.
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