but what can i do to help you? how do i save you? how do i preserve something so perfect when i'm just a little too clumsy?
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have you ever seen one of those glass capsules filled with dark, glittery substance? it sort of looks like the night sky in a jar. well, you're one of those. and life is that five year child that comes and knocks you off the bench. and me? i'm the adult watching one of my most precious possessions fall and shatter on the marble floors knowing that as much as i try, i can't do anything to stop it.
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Thoughts
PoetryJust a collection of thoughts and emotions that were felt too intensely to be dealt with on my own.
