Sometimes, I can not feel myself amid the glass.
Blue ribbons neatly fold around my neck;
It seems to be hotter than fire.
I live another day of horror
Or so they are led to think.
Indeed, living in the ugly dollhouse
Brings the vigor bitterness out in anyone.
Yet, I can not simply walk away.
This prison burns my corpse into the roses you love.
And I do not want your happiness to grow
Like the garden planted against my own will.
With each flower, my hair was pulled out of my head
Along with each strand of sanity for our love.
Those same roots penetrated my secured core,
The very essence of my existence inside this lonely world.
So I wake up everyday to make the world a better place.
And not like the love you used with me,
I provide something more effiecent
Unlike your truth.
Despite the circumstances, I won't put anything above its significance.
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