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We are so fragile,

bones made of a glass

minds made of tissue paper,

so it is to be human,

to walk on egg shells around

insanity,

to learn to forget the memories,

to rise above the scum and the filth,

to seek out something warm not cold,

to die in peace among thoughs who you love,

or be raped by troubles, and sucumb to the stress,

either way you are dead.