Once the chair is Broken
Once the chair is broken
It’s legs are broken
Just like my heart
It’s splinters are poking out of the wood
Just like my appearance
That’s what catches them right?
What brings them to shout.
To laugh.
To point.
But I just don’t get it.
Why do they do this?
Why do they judge me like that!
Can’t they see I’m broken too!
He says they’re just joking.
Just go al...
Thursday 19th January 2017 11:52 pm
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