Standing alone
On a brick made of glass
If it were to break
It would be the last
I would stop breathing
I'd fall to my death
Is it bad to wish
For this brick to crack in half?
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KediKat
Jan 02, 2017 02:39PM
Getting out of bed is a stressful daily task; I told myself I was getting better, but I don't think I am.View all Conversations
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