fragile

May 6, 2012

She reads the minds of all the people as they pass her by

Hoping someone can see

If I could fix myself I’d—

But it’s too late for me

We’ll find the perfect place to go where we can run and hide

We’ll build a wall and we can keep them on the other side

But they keep waiting…

And picking…

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