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I’m different
I was broken, killed, slaughtered
But i did it to myself
He convinced me, i did what he said
It was a mistake

I love him
Everyone says to forget
It’s like a broken glass
Don’t cut yourself
There is always another one

No there is not
I will buy so many band-aids
I will not give up
I fight for what i love
And i love him

I’m different
I’m going to get so many cuts on my fingers
but that glass i broke
I love it too much to throw it away
There is not a duplicate and that’s why i love him so much.

This poem was written/submitted by Lizzie.

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