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May 2012
Everything is broken.
So broken I don't know where the first tear began,
Perhaps it was always there.
I don't know what's worse,
The pain you cause me or
The pain I cause myself by hurting you-
Unintentionally.
Is it my fault?
My creator, my mother.
Why do we hate?
Miranda Renea
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Miranda Renea  25/F
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