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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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