You're like stealing broken glass. I have no idea why I would do it other than to cut myself.
You're also like jumping off an 80-foot cliff into freezing cold water. The plunge will always be deeper than the jump.
You're like the pretty pink blush I brush on in the morning hoping it'll stay throughout the day.
And me? I'm like the chance you'll never take.
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