As I try to peer through the glass
I'm afraid everything will crash
That I'll tap the wall a tad too hard
And as pieces rain down I will hang my head
The things I've worked so hard for, tumbling down to rest
On cracked floorboards and dirtied feet
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Author:
Sugiura Asuna (Pseudonym) (
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