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Porcelain

Life’s a show, and hope is the last to leave the front row
If you ever find yourself suicidal please care to alert your surroundings if they don’t know
Simply because your feelings are an indication of a deepening depth of the black hole that most likely will hold your illusion of control
Your life is fragile, and highly valuable, like porcelain
And every little clue could save the saga and bring back happiness into the world of yours again
There’s always a red line to follow, sort of like a guideline, so if there’s a dark tunnel ahead let us help you find the light before the end

© Martin Ångnell 2010 - 2017