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THEY USED TO CUT

THEY USED TO HIDE

THEY WERE BROKEN

THEY USED TO MEND INSIDE

THEY USED TO SMILE

THEY USED TO CRY

THEY WISHED TO END THIS

BUT LITTLE HOPES WERE THEIR DRIVE.

-AUTHOR

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