unhappiness is a cruel punishment

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Pt. 1

          i thought you were the most innocent piece of  fragile glass and you thought i was a rock, when in fact it was the other way around, so when we both fell i shattered and you were fine

Pt. 2

          I thought you were a flower and I was the stem holding you up for all to see but when the wind blew I was the flower getting ripped up and blown away while you as the stem was fine