FragileA Poem by AndreaShe was made of sticks and stones. The words she heard enclosed her. They told her that no one could break her bones. But the words she heard destroyed her. She didn't like the person in the mirror. She broke the glass and bad luck for seven years. That is what the saying was. She had bad luck for many years after that. That is what addiction does. It ate away at her soul, and now she is in a virtue. She trusted her brain and not her heart, and now she is at the beginning. In order for her to renew again, she has to restart.
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1 Review Added on March 22, 2014 Last Updated on March 22, 2014 AuthorAndreaLincoln, NEAboutHi there! My name is Andrea Hill. I'm a little bit complex but very easy to understand once you get to know me. I am of mix race (not like that should make a difference because I'm just human!) I am f.. more..Writing
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