People press against the cracks in my glass it's almost broken now. They want me to bow upon their dance,they won't allow me to relax and now my glass shatters everywhere and the world is full of my tears

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People press against the cracks in my glass it's almost broken now. They want me to bow upon their dance,they won't allow me to relax and now my glass shatters everywhere and the world is full of my tears