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The crack that travels through the glass... causing it to shatter... The escape I use that makes me unreal... causing it not to matter.. This fist that collides with my skin.... causing me to bruise... The confusion going through my brain .... causing me to choose.... The nail that is hammered through the wall... causing it to fall ... The face I see inside my eyelids... causing me to feel this small.... Written February 7th, 2002 © on Feb 07 2002 02:18 PM PST, Keagan 0 • 1
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"The crack that travels through the glass... causing it to shatter... ..."