A Chill to the Bone of my Ribcage Heart

 

Broken windshields can really mend a girl’s heart.

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A little girl stands at the end of the hall and she wonders why her oldest brother had to lay his hands on his girlfriend. She thinks, “Is that how they show love for each other? Will I ever be as loved?” She won’t notice but she’ll push away all the good guys. She’ll go for the hoodlums who want to roughhouse and let her go home with bumps and bruises. She’ll always think, “fight me so I know it’s real”. She’ll constantly try to see the good in men who are no good at all. There goes a life lost.

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Broken windshields can really mend a girl’s heart.

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