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My Glass
Fifty bullets through my glass,
Shattered many times before,
Put the pieces together again,
Try to make it last.
Sludge hammars come out of the blue,
Smash it up again,
Into smaller and more pieces,
So I have to build it up again.
Cracks all over the glass,
Pieces missing all over,
Blood pouring from my hands,
Glass piercing into my feet.
One more thing to happen,
Something to damage my glass,
I will be unable to put it together,
And be forced to rid the puzzle.
Dynamite explosion,
Glass turned to dust,
My glass is destroyed,
So I will lay down and die.
