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I think that in every one's life there is a person who, usually unintentionally, creates much pain through the way they act and what they say. The person described in "Walking on Eggshells" is well-meaning - I hope - but does not realize how much sorrow they cause me.
Walking on Eggshells I don't know what to do or say, Everytime I open my mouth I offend you, Even when I'm trying so hard Not to say anything that might be insulting. You say things to me that hurt, That cut me open Like a wound being ripped apart Again and again and again. I try to ignore it and dismiss it And tell myself that you didn't mean it that way, But it hurts. If you really knew me You would never say those things Or drag forgotten subjects from their tombs, Causing my tears to flow once more. Just when I begin to heal You criticize me and reopen the wound. I don't think you really know me. Everday I walk on eggshells And everyday, the eggshells break. I try to glue the shattered pieces back together, But they will never be same. Neither will I. 
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