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Glass. Fragile - easy to break...
That's what I'm made off, I guess. Glass.
And yes, there's a crack in me. Pretty big, too. Can't look around it.
It stays in sight. I can't look at another direction. The crack is everywhere.
And you might not know it, but glass with a crack in it doesn't need very much to completely break.
But my crack is glued by these people that I care about. They also care about me, I think.
They give me reason to keep smiling. Keep trying, even though I'm cracked.
'The good guys'.
But than, there are these people trying to break me.
It's not easy for me to admit that they're doing a good job. My crack got a bit bigger.
Glue against stone, I never thought glue could be stronger. I was wrong ;
I keep smiling, trying to do what I can for my loved ones.
One day, I won't have a crack anymore. I'll just be broken.
But I know who will be the people to pick up every piece of me,
even if their hands bleed, they won't stop.
They will take every piece and glue me back together.
Categorie:Selfmade emotional shit.
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