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I am made of glass.
Transparent,
Noticeable only when unclean.
Everything I am is brittle,
Brittle bones,
Brittle feelings,
Brittle soul.
Breathe on me and I may crack,
Touch me and I may fracture.
My existence is precarious.
Still,
What I would give
For any human contact.
Broken,
My sharp edges undeniable,
Unable to be ignored,
Your scars a constant reminder
Of my fragile existence.
~
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About the Creator
Catsidhe
Pronounced Cat-she: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat-s%C3%ACth
Anonymous by necessity,
Vocal by choice.
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