these words you love so much to read
they're so sharp in someone's evil tongue
nothing prepares you well enough to shield up
to keep your shield up all the times
so you crumble like sand castles
like fairytales in the morning light
you fade away untill all that's left of you
is dust
flying around
lost everywhere
only dust
you're just dust
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