beneath the surface
there is a person in the mirror i see
they are staring back at me
their pain is breaking the glass
pieces flying through the air
piercing everything in their path
dark circles surround their eyes
questions fill my head
what do i see in their soul
a dark abyss fills my mind
this poor soul was lost
they have not been saved
i am lost myself
the pain they feel
its all too real
a broken soul is hard to mend
cracks lie beneath the surface
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