Sun, 12/31/2017 - 01:16 -- Axelz


Should be nice.


Or at least that's what I thought.


They didn't care about me.


Hurt yourself?

Stop crying.



Oh well.


Want to talk to someone?

Too bad.


I know,

You have to be stern,

But I am glass,

And you are smashing me.

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My community
My country
Our world
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