Breaking

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Made of glass 

Made of garbage 

I'm breaking, I'm falling down

Drowning in the sorrow 

Dying from the fear 

Desperately holding on 

Where is hope's hand? 

You said it get better 

But why is everything worst? 

Why I'm I breaking? 

Why are the happy thoughts fading? 

Why I'm I alone? 

What do I do? 

Keep living you say 

I've already died too many times 

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