Slow Healing Wound

The Glass pain is cracked

Weaving the web that would

Bring a spider to tears

Till it breaks

Now at your feeet sit the,

The Shatered peices of my soul

All for you, all of me is there

For you, nothing is left to hide

Nothing you cant see though

Please be careful with my soul

Its fragile and broken

It may need work to be peiced back together

But it is all yours,

Ever thing i am is yours

I give it willingly

I dont know what you will do with it

But please dont throw this Away its,

It's all i have left

I no longer have the will to pick up the peices

With all that i am,

Please, Help me show you how i fit together

And help me fill in the peices.

Cause a circle cant fit where a square should be.

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