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Sitting in the living room of my glass house, They're standing in the kitchen, shouting and screaming like small pebbles being thrown at my glass wall. How much more can my foundation take, how many cruel slurs until it breaks. What can I do stop this madness? Nothing...its unstoppable like a hurricane, ripping at chest... The glass starts to break but it wont show, for it needs to appear strong on the outside even though... The walls are so close to shattering to the ground...
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Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 4:08 PM UTC
My Glass House
Sitting in the living room of my glass house, They're standing in the kitchen, shouting and screaming like small pebbles being thrown at my glass wall. How much more can my foundation take, how many cruel slurs until it breaks. What can I do stop this madness? Nothing...its unstoppable like a hurricane, ripping at chest... The glass starts to break but it wont show, for it needs to appear strong on the outside even though... The walls are so close to shattering to the ground...
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Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 4:08 PM UTC
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