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Nobody cares about me, noone does. I am just an earthenware pot, to be broken. My heart cracks like a piece of clay. Jagged edges making their way down the fissure, smooth edges between each jag. It would have taken only a few stitches; a few finely laid brushstrokes of water at the right times, at the right places, to mend my wounds, but nobody did it. |
Copyright ©2007 Ashi Shadow 6/28/08
Actually on Bianca, or inspired by her.
She got upset at me when I wasn't okay and left me for then becoming quiet, or did something like that.