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I'm a shattered mirror


I'm a shattered mirror, falling to pieces, losing my trust, friendship, and love I had before you scared me by unleashing your inner demon. I'm no longer needed for your use. If there's anything I would want more to seal these cracks and broken pieces of mine, is for you to realize your wrong doing and villainous crimes. Regardless if you glue me with a gift or a simple apology, this is certainly something I will never forget. I'm a shattered mirror I'm a shattered mirror, that was bought with love and tenderness. Bought with innocence and a face I recongized. I grew familiar to that face every single day, I learned to appreciate that face, to smile at that face. To reflect the true beauty she may or may not see. The one I slowly developed feelings for. I'm a shattered mirror I'm shattered mirror, one the had frames that stood out compared to others. My sliver lining with golden spheres that gleam in the light, helped me see everything in her home. I close my tiny yet multiple eyes when she wanted privacy and I always respected that. But what she loved about me the most is our conversations. Conversations when she wasn't sure if this was too big or too little, too much or not enough, too bright or too dark. I was mute of course but that was a charm and a feature that could never be replaced.. I'm shattered mirror Im a shattered mirror, who had emotions I never knew I would have. She showed me how to be something I wasn't. I got legs and arms from her, a clever mind from her, and a heart. A heart that would normally pump blood throughout ones body in order to maintain circulation. Mine was different. My veins were filled with kind, soft, yet unheard vocabulary that made me laugh and smile continously. I'm a shattered mirror I'm a shattered mirror, that can't see her anymore. Shes not the same person I once knew, she cracked me with something I would hope she would have. Something that replaced all those things i loved and admire most. Something that I sadly can't describe. I'm a shattered mirror
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