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Post by kitty on May 15, 2010 16:28:34 GMT -8
Shattered
When will it break? My life, My small glass house When will it break? Stones of hate and sticks of pain Thrown at my small glass house. When will it break? Another stone, Thrown with hate. I hear the deafening sound, Of shattering glass. I feel my life crumble around me, Shatter to the ground. I hide my broken life, With a mask of happiness and a plastic smile. I try to gather my broken life And put it back together, But it only cuts my hands. I call for help, No one comes. More stones are thrown, And bruises my weakened body. I call for help, but no one comes. Where are you, my friend? Are we still friends to the end? Friends no matter what? Where are you? Are you coming to save me from this life of pain? Or have you joined the hate?
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