eat me from the inside out
till, im hollow like a thin piece of coloured glass
but this glass statue has been broken
inside it's full of shattered shards
moving around un-attached
swirling around, causing damage with every flick that hits the outside
leaving scratches on what used to be pristine, brand new, un-touched, innocent
now this coloured glass statue is not the same
it's grown up, got older
been broken, and mended
than burnt, and reborn from the ashes
eaten from the inside out, its now to thin to hold together
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