If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: Born Broken

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Born Broken

These games I'm playin are weighin on my mind, don't know if I'll ever find enough time to reconcile my crimes. Born broken to a momma broken too long line of weary souls with no dreams and ratty ol’ shoes. Hollow to the core empty in the eye born broken a legacy I can’t deny. Sign in to see full entry.

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