Glass Girl

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There is a girl who is as fragile as glass,
Any small insult is enough to shatter her.
There is a girl whose eyes carry ghosts of her pain reflected in glass.
Dark circles rest beneath them, scars from countless nights spent crying crystal tears.
There is a girl with a heart of broken glass.
Though it can be pieced back together, it will never fully be mended.
She carries the remnants of splinters and cracks, from enduring beyond her fragility.  
There is a girl who traps her emotions in a glass bottle, which once fractured,  spill out her feelings in a deluge.
There is a girl who is as common as glass.
Why shelter what is both vulnerable and replaceable?
There is a girl whose reflection is more fragile than her glass mirror.
Her joy and spirit are in shattered fragments.
There is a glass girl, a broken girl.

And that glass girl, she is me.

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