• Made of Glass

    by  • September 30, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Thoughts • 0 Comments

    Everything is going fine in my life.
    It’s more than a lot of people can say.

    I have no reason.

    I feel like I am going to crack, break, and shatter.
    Like I am made of glass.

    I have no purpose.

    I just sit on the shelf,
    A glass angel whose glass wings won’t lift her in the air.

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