Glass World

[theblacklotus]

Sometimes I feel that my world is made of glass and its raining boulders. Yet one never lands on me to end my misery. I feel as if the only stable ground is miles away, across mountains of broken glass. While the ground I am on is quickly breaking away. The only thing that keeps me going is the thought of being in your arms. However it seems

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[moonlightgryph]

I know I'm probably not the one you want to talk to about stuff... I've resigned myself to the knowledge that life goes on and my help doesn't matter much anymore. But if you need to talk I'm still here for you. Seriously, Zaaron- Whether you do or not, I still care and I'm still willing to help you out if I can.