She makes a sound
That levels out the ground
But takes the pain and pockets it
She wears a crown
Of fits and frowns
But hides it when they come knocking
They believe she is made in style and grace
All while she is deeply fractured
But if they knew she was held up with glue
They would take her glass heart
And smash it
–Rose Hollow–
The Silent Archive 
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