04 Heart of Glass..

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Have anybody knows about my heart?
Actually it's made of glass
It has already many scratches
But glass can't be stitches
That's why I'm frightened
Never get enlightened
I always get afraid
Becoz my mind and heart never co-operate

After too many scratch
But it is still attach
If it gets one more ache
Then nobody can safe it from break
My eyes makes the surrounding 'a lake'
That's why I'm away from trash
My heart is on last stage
Then why I'm still writing page?
Trying to keep my heart in flatter
So before die it'll not remain shatter

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Sapphire Resilience Onde as histórias ganham vida. Descobre agora