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"The once upon a time, i have nothing to do with my title kind of poem"
One word causes to the world to crumble
and we can't hold it up on our own
we have nothing to hold on to
except our misery, distress, our tears
we have our coping habits
our outlets , our outs, our let goes
the coloring, the cutting, the crying
the razors, the crayons, the blood staind walls
our faces hide the anger and the fears
the facade of laughing and smiles
fool the fools even the most intelligent of them all
the glass is neither half empty nor full
it never really was a part of the equation for us
two separate people one similiar mindset
the crying, the dying, the trying to survive
its the game we've lost, and played ten thousand times before
the glass is neither half empty nor full
it never really was a part of the equation for us
WONDERFUL line.