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I spent my youth in a house of glass, my castle among the trees and grass, no stick or stone could break that home, where the sunlight filtered freely. But as I grew older, and stronger, and bolder, alas, I cracked a pane of glass, my first thoughts were that my life was breaking, a little crack had my whole world shaking. A voice awoke somewhere inside me, a frantic whisper "Smash it wildly!" "Bust it! Break it! Tear it down!" "Burn this glass house to the ground!" This is how I came to know, deep inside my youthful heart, there's beauty in the fire's glow, destruction is a form of art. My fragile home was torn apart, like a gust of wind to a house of cards, I live happily now, in the open air, endlessly dancing, on silicate shards.
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Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC
Small cuts. Large rewards.
I spent my youth in a house of glass, my castle among the trees and grass, no stick or stone could break that home, where the sunlight filtered freely. But as I grew older, and stronger, and bolder, alas, I cracked a pane of glass, my first thoughts were that my life was breaking, a little crack had my whole world shaking. A voice awoke somewhere inside me, a frantic whisper "Smash it wildly!" "Bust it! Break it! Tear it down!" "Burn this glass house to the ground!" This is how I came to know, deep inside my youthful heart, there's beauty in the fire's glow, destruction is a form of art. My fragile home was torn apart, like a gust of wind to a house of cards, I live happily now, in the open air, endlessly dancing, on silicate shards.
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Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC
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