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Just Like A Broken Crayon, I'll Still Colour When I'm Able To. Like A Spilled Ink On A Paper, I Can Still
Just like a broken crayon, I'll still colour when I'm able to. Like a spilled ink on a paper, I can still make the whole page untidy. Like a lost falcon looking for a nest, in your arms is where I find my rest. No matter how broken we are, I won't debate on being each other's haven. I'm unlocked
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— B.J
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