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My life is like a broken glass It is broken to pieces Piece by piece The glass lies at the side road The wind blow this glass Like dust in the wind How come this glass is broken? This glass can't be fixed But my life can My life will be repaired someday again But I don't care about the glass My life is more important than the glass My life is priority It is my priority to fix it first Where did the dust that had blown this glass gone? Why was this life shattered so many times? In so many pieces like a broken glass A broken glass is good for nothing A shattered life is hard to put back to pieces But i will try to see to to the end for me my life didnt break into a million pieces But, my life i will mendLayout made by deadxtoxwake at CreateBlog.com . td.text td.text table table br