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I've never asked for things to fall apart, I've never begged for anything to tear at the seams taking every thread, but that's how it always ends up isn't it? I've tried to hold it together, to stay calm cool & collected, but the friz in my hair and the edge on my nerves always lets everything shine right through, and I hate it. I've tried super glue and elmers glue , I've tried heart strings and thread, but nothing can keep me together, I'm meant to fall apart; I'm meant to break into five thousand pieces, all so I can rush to you in hopes you'll be able to repair me once again, for the hundred and first time. I've spread myself thin in the risk for others, being their building block to hold up a bridge of troubles. Construction will show that your starting block is wearing down, and elmers glue isn't going to help. I've never asked for things to fall apart, but they always do, and it seems like a game of give & take. I give all, everyone takes all away, and that's the way I love it. I wear down, and I start over, without elmer's glue because, I'm meant to crumble into five thousand pieces. I love&live my life to the fullest, and there's nothing I would change, aside from ridding of elmer's glue. I love my life, there's nothing I would change, as much as most would like to differ.