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Brittle

I remember the times i would like to forget.
I look back with regret while my palms start to sweat.

Innocence isnít embraced but rather looked back at when lost.
My innocence was taken, hate given in return for free at my cost.

Brittle.
Even now while iíve grown.
Still little.
Skyra
Written by Skyra
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I want to thank a special person i met here for helping me build up the courage to post.
You know who you are :)
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