she looks with glass eyes
my endless depth not apparent
plain is my front
deep is my real
never filled is my heart
too fast time eats my dreams
limp is my will
beautiful are my tears
smashed is what i was
weak i am though never seen
closed is all i could be
break this view i beg of you
hurt consumes me
rarely seen is what i am
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