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though fragile may i be
i stand firm and free
my personality is unique
you can't distinguish nor peek

i am not whom you thought
because i am transluscent
you can see through
but can never felt though

the arithmetic of me falling
is an illusion of love
the sequence of my fate
lies in a series of hope

if the conditions are met i may break
so hold me tight , within your caressing sight
if the you lost the fight then let go
tearing me into unrecoverable pieces as tears flow

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