Broken Glass

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You and I we´re made of broken glass broken dreams broken hope bitter dust burnt to ashes stuck in a timelapse of what we could have been  could´ve done should´ve said
Different, Yes, But just like you; Only I have a gift. I can make castles, So pure, So clean. Watch, I'll show you. This city, A city of glass,
So fragile with yourslef Often forgetting to clean yourslef  So cracked with mis-conception  Often to transperent to think for yourslef  So eager to reflect what you see
One may see themselves as they pass, But I see myself through broken glass.  One's perfections may be another one's flaws,  But I see myself wondering about it all.  One may flaunt, one may fall,
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