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Glass.
I can see the glass slowly break
nothing more than dust, bore from something great
Energies unleashed, feelings faked,
caught up in a swirl of nothing, trying to escape
The memory of everything before my fight
fades softly, then grows too bright
I'm lost in my own distant mind
a perfection reflection is impossible to find
if I could die right now, I'd shatter
but I'm already dead inside, so would I really matter?
Sweep me up, toss me aside
Once such a pretty little thing, now I close my eyes
Crystal tears fall, then smash
and of my delicate breath, I've breathed my last.
