Broken

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By bedazzled

A painted china doll surrounded by hammers I don't need your help to break. I need you to help me to realign the pieces and you do with every kiss. Every I love you seals a fracture. So what happens when I let the adhesive corrode me? When insecurities turn doubt on my lifesource? Take the hammer from MY hand, baby.

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