Glass Tears

They fall, little shards of glass, bringing more and more pain as they do.
Into my skin, they continue falling and I think that it's because of you.
So, maybe I should build some kind of machine that will take me back in time.
Because glass hails from my eyes, everytime your memory crosses my mind.





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