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.

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