divorces
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Everything was perfect
I was in my comfort zone
My happiness was short lived
So many years ago
I saw my parents fighting
It wasnt supposed to show
But I can still remember
[7/10/10]
A mirror image of myself,
A picture of glass now on the shelf.
What I see is what I hate,
With such strong words,
It's the glass I break.
I love me, but somehow not myself.
