LIFE
Life consists of days, evenings, nights
All un planned, unknown, destructive, wasteful broken glass
Can't gather them
My hands bleed
Nothing changes
Because I don't change
I don't know how to change.
My will is fragmented
Can't gather them
My hands bleed
Blood frighten me
I have been frightend since i was a little girl.
Shards of
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