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She walks upon the glass Forced to maintain a smile, With the spectators on the sidelines Chanting mile after mile. Every step grows More painful than the last. Her soul slowly draining Through the wounds of her past. Nobody ever told her The road was paved with glass. All they ever said was, "This too shall pass." That's not a fair warning And she's too far to turn back. So she just continues to bleed Letting her heart turn black.
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC
The Walk
She walks upon the glass Forced to maintain a smile, With the spectators on the sidelines Chanting mile after mile. Every step grows More painful than the last. Her soul slowly draining Through the wounds of her past. Nobody ever told her The road was paved with glass. All they ever said was, "This too shall pass." That's not a fair warning And she's too far to turn back. So she just continues to bleed Letting her heart turn black.
For my daughter and all of those that suffer from depression.
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC
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