Suicide no. 39: The Glass Girl
–by Derek Alan Wilkinson
You’ll either remember me as scabs or armor. Left tainted, or fearless, my list of encounters with people seems endless.
Fail or succeed, I loved you all best I could.
Today, my own scars have finally weakened me brittle. Now, I meet my end: death, and myself: shattered glass shards.
Inspired by: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/04/07/writing-challenge-fifty/
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