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Healing Feet.
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Me, Myself, And Am I Alive? Broken glass under foot,
Smile as the blood runs out,
As long as no one looks close enough,
No one knows you're broken.
But, you know you are broken,
And you realise that,
Only you has to know you are broken.
Because,
It doesn't matter what they say or do,
In the end the only matter that matters is you,
So you pick yourself up,
And you sweep away the glass.
You gather up your courage,
And in your newly bound feet,
You walk to freedom.
You walk.
