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Put together


when you went to the bathroom this morning, you most have had the mirror crying.

 

she woke up this morning started crawling to the bathroom, she had looked in the mirror saw herself felling. she couldn't get up she was felling into pieces. try put herself back together, found a piece that was missing. searching for that one and only but never find it. That piece had find her but refused to fit. Throw it to the side but the piece caught running. chasing it's dream to it limits, had put her back together. 

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