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Broken

by silentgrace7

Broken pieces on the ground Of the school’s courtyard. People stare, and look around, But not a one knows what, or why. At least, so they want to believe. But all of them know the truth. They’re the pieces of those long forgotten, Yet at the same time so remembered. Of classmates long destroyed, By the harsh words that maimed them. Scattered like broken glass, The fragments of their very being. Once full and beautiful, But now fractured and destroyed. Like small children, they stare At the ground, and then each other. Not a one is willing to take the blame. In reality, they all played their part. They all jarred at the fragile beings With cruelty and hatred. Pushing the limits of the glass Assuming it would hold. But now they’re broken, on the ground. And there’s no way to fix it.
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Hello there! I am Haley, though I'm typically known as Gracie on the interwebs. I am an aspiring author working to expand my writing abilities in any way I can. I'm interested in anime and manga (cough, obsessed, cough), but by far my favorite thing to do is write. I'm currently enrolled as a vocational student for Forensic sciences, and I intend to major in Forensic Psychology and minor in Creative Writing once I enter college. As of current, I'm working to publish my first novel, and hope to be in the process before I graduate from highschool. I can't wait to read other peoples' works, and learn what others think of mine :3 Oh, P.S....I'm slightly crazy. But who isn't? Bye! :D

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silentgrace7
<p>I&#39;m glad you like it. It was honestly a burst point that brought it to reality. I faced a lot from my fellow students as a child, and I was the one punished for reacting. Around the time I wrote this, I just found out a little boy that&#39;s close to my family was being treated exactly the same way, both by the students and the faculty. When it happened to me, it made me feel so worthless, and even broken inside, and it hurts me to know that another child was experiencing that sense of worthlessness. So I suppose you could say that&#39;s what inspired this piece.</p>
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This is an amazing piece! You really dug deep to write this poem and I can feel it while reading your words. You painted a perfect picture for the reader and kept the subject of your poem constant. Brilliant. My favorite line: Pushing the limits of the glass Assuming it would hold.

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