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GlassI always laugh when you refer to me as glass.
Not just because of the way you say it,
(glass-as-in-gas).
Or because I know it's a crack at my fragility.
Glass is pure.
I am like granite -
my body nullified from too many clashing traits.
Glass is transparent.
I am like clay -
illegible from all the plastered smiles.
Glass is unyielding.
I am like chalk -
easily broken and scuffed away by meagre things.
Glass is hung up on walls and in great cathedrals,
tinted for enhancement, but only ever painted on by fools.
I am hidden behind keypads and camera lenses,
coated in a thick paste of deceptiveness.
No, my love,
I was never glass.  (Despite my fragility)
Call me granite or clay or chalk
and be done with me.


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Who I amWho I am ?
I am a human, not an animal or any despicable creature.
I am not a ghost neither,
I'm a human,
I breath, I feel, I hear and I can see everything going on around me.
I am not blind, but you are ;
                                                 Because you think I'm invisible,
                                                 Because you can't see my humanity.
I feel happiness, joy, sadness, anger all in one day,
I even fly so high, reach the sky but I also get down under the ground in the same d:thumb334742478:

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