Glass boy fragile as one can be, why do you let me break you, when I cannot repair your broken shards. I am sorry. I hope you know. Please stand up against me. Do NOT let me do this to you. I honestly do not wish to break you. I am just not careful enough to handle a glass heart in my awkward hands. Why did you give it to me? Why do I have to hold on to something so pure, so beautiful? My hands are black with evil but tainted red from your beating heart that I now hold. I appreciate the gesture. But I know it will break. That’s what glass does best. Glass children and strong hands don’t mix well. I don’t want to break you.

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