I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs. And every afternoon I break my arms.  At night I lay awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep.

I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs. And every afternoon I break my arms.  At night I lay awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep.

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