I could drop you and watch you shatter;
a million pieces on my floor.
I could see you break like that;
no sympathy.
But I just don't want your glass
in my feet.
I guess that's the way it has to be then?
I set you down slowly. Watching us fade.
I don't want your blood on my hands anymore.
I just can't handle what your like anymore.
I guess I've decided on a
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