they are comming off.
and they are staying off.
many times, they've cracked or scratched, but i kept them on, i kept holding on.
never knowing what for.
and tonight, i will accept the fact that people will always be people,
now matter how much you hope they wouldnt hurt you.
and that life, can never be as great as you dream of.
you make life what you make it and sometimes it endes up making you.
and you never come out quite the same time as you were first molded.
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