There is nothing I want more than to break your little glass box, your favorite glass box, your only glass box. You put way too many treasures in your glass box, and you hold them high above your head. I'd have to stand on a loose wooden chair just to reach it, but you've lowered it in hopes that I would treasure the same things, the same people. And I do. But I don't have a glass box--
And this is why I want so badly to break yours.
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