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❝More than once or twice upon this time a child would ask their parents why teenagers wear bandages on their wrists and then the parents would explain they actually lacked something to make them appreciate life. They called them patchwork people With all their parts and all their happiness recycled Into pretty pills with days of the week etched onto an ugly green case their hearts were not their own. ❞ [part of patchwork people]

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