Heart of Glass

How do you cure something that has been broken a million times over?

How do you help someone who doesn’t want to be helped anymore?

How do you truly know what lies behind a cheerful girl’s smile?

How do you know she’s really there or just in her own mind for a while?

A heart of glass lies beneath the surface.

So carefully gaurded so it doesn’t break again.



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