perception, shattering glass
I'm standing in a glass house and my thoughts are throwing stones I'm walking on a fraying tight rope staring into a mirror I point the gun at my reflection splintering my perception staring into the abyss something is staring back grabbing me pulling me in I can't see the fate in my stars on a starless night I am now an angel falling out of heaven disgraced in the face of love
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