Crimson glass exists in a secluded corner.
She is pale but divine. She wears a calm mask to
hide all her worries and fears.
Her strength is her laughter.
She can bring joy to the grimmest castle
within a flash.
She is precious to me and to the world as well.
I can't hold her too long,
Shackles squeeze out all her happiness.
She wants me, she wants me alone
but i feel Blue.
You should know that Crimson glass
is my imagination. She lives in my world.
A world which is inside me. But she is not trapped like me.
My crimson glass can wander about but returns everytime I am in pain.
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