Six-sided, clear, unbreakable,
and what was out is lying in.
And now I have to look up
and watch as you get off
and I can't even touch you,
no only with my eyes,
and you won't let me touch you
with my eyes. Glassy and hurt,
and running out of time.
You leave me no choice but to endure.
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