Of Demons and Sparkles

The demons rally all around,

Everyday with a new plan,

To shatter me apart in pieces.

For they think,

I’m made of glass.

One hit and I’m gone,

What they don’t know is,

I really am.

But not the kind that breaks apart.

I’m the kind that sparkles,

That ferociously expresses love,

The kind that lasts forever.

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