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The Glass Box

May 22, 2009
By Naomi Wong BRONZE, Kent, Washington
Naomi Wong BRONZE, Kent, Washington
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I’m on the outside of a glass box
Looking in
Tears streaming
Down my face
Hands pressed up against the glass

Inside
You’re cutting yourself to death

Slit by slit

What you don’t know
Is that you’re releasing my blood too

Drip by drip

I can’t break the glass
In attempt to help you
Or else
You’ll plunge that knife your heart through

But what you won’t know
Is that you killed me too

The author's comments:
I wrote it to one of my good friends who is a very sad person. I hoped that it would help him to understand that I care about him. Sadly, he never got the chance to read it.

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