Broken Porcelain

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Do you hear me scream? See the crying scars on my skin. With a shaking blade near my wrist, I can hear that my heart is screaming... Do you know that I feel like worthless... Broken porcelain? Filled with cracks of sorrow and hate. Unforgotten horrid memories of the past will never go away....

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