Broken Mirror
Broken Mirror You know all to well what makes us Blind when person says goodbye it wasn't the last time I thought the person in the mirror was the person I knew was never coming back the person I never could see. With all the hurts, scars, and guilt I could only see within the eyes of glass. that was a tunnel into the soul. Even the lonely nights tears of darkness struck the broken mirror that was only the pieces of my reflection π
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