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Published: 2013-11-02 00:56:53 +0000 UTC; Views: 145; Favourites: 14; Downloads: 0
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My bones are only made of broken glass.I tremble when you get too close to me.
I will not open up you can't surpass
The crevice I have placed; my panoply.
I over think I stumble over words awkwardly...
This clandestine's my existence, my bliss.
It's how I've lived since elementary.
I could just be imagining it all.
This ostracism I might self-inflict;
Pernicious cycle ruling over me.
Just let me sulk and battle up the grief.
Eventually the strain will ebb away.
But even though I lack such confidence,
I won't let this depression beat me down.




