I didn’t know the foundation
was made of crystals
Would I have preferred walking on nails?
Maybe if my feet bled the first time I saw you
my heart would stay intact
I believed the first few cracks
showed how strong it was
but it spread like a disease
the sound pierced my ears
I can’t find the strength
to look for you
in all of that broken glass
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