mizantrophia

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mizantrophia

İ am a porcalain cup, plate, a nice art of glass painting, A Glass that makes a rhythmic, long sound when tapped with a teaspoon, I am a church window adorned with mosaic colors, I offer colorful mosaic lights to the interior of the church, i am everything that breakable things. And my mom is Those cracks that broke me, that tore me apart, destroyed me, crushed me, and turned the shards of glass into grains of sand, İt's the crack that bleed my precious glass.