shattered cd
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"i've made myself hurt so many times that now i'm less of a broken record and more of a shattered cd -
i can't do anything at all."
[just a little piece of writing i did when i was feeling inspired. not sure if it's really cool or really awful, but either way, i hope you enjoy]
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