Glass

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||Content Warning||    one swear word at the end


I'm the girl who's made of glass

sitting in the back of class

you wouldn't even notice me


I shatter easy, like a window pain

but it wasn't always like this

I've just had so much pain


I know you don't see me

but maybe you should try to be me

I'm invisible, not invincible 


But anyway, I'm made of glass

Just remember glass can cut

if you don't give a f*ck

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