In the silence
my glass heart shattered
and it echoed
echoed down the hall
I picked up
what was left of me
What was left
What's left of me?
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Bixi Hernandez
Hi! I'm Bixi. Your red lip coffee sipping bestie. Using my tears as pen ink is what I do best. Enjoy!
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