It was nice,
And too good to.be true.
And I built a glass fortress,
to make it through,
Reflective mirrors,
And all things nice,
And all things fancy,
To inspire the vice.
Then the storm hit,
And skies went dark,
Even darker, with mirrors inside
I hold the fort,
To keep it sane.
But the storm threw all,
With which it came.
And shattered all the walls around,
With the howl making a scary sound.
Here I stand, holding the left over shard.
Holding the memory,
Of my castle of glass.
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