Glass
A year has passed and I finally gathered all the broken glass,
as I lay down on the grass.
How did everyone got a piece of me and broke it,
Was I the base hit?
Was my broken glass unfit?
As the broken glass left bruises and scars,
I will be one of the broken glass shinning stars.
As I lay down on the grass the last broken glass tears falls,
After holding on to them in a long hall.
Because I can finally say,
A year has passed and I finally gathered all the broken glass.
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