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Mar 2018
Every one around me lives in a glass world
They all swirl around happy in there little glass case
Happy not a care in the world thinking how they won't break
Soon the weight of the glass world will soon make them ache
They'll tumble over shatter there glass world
but maybe I'm glad mine broke
Now I'm real and not a reflection of who I wanted to be.
be you
tayarose
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tayarose  17/F/Always somewhere
(17/F/Always somewhere)   
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