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Mirrors they crack beneath the weight of my stare the scrutiny the hate Walking, my feet bleed, upon the shards The shattered remnants of my once- confident beautiful- visage A mask porcelain delicate, yet strong Now broken. Always Broken? Tears run dry. Reflecting reality my reality
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Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
Reflection
Mirrors they crack beneath the weight of my stare the scrutiny the hate Walking, my feet bleed, upon the shards The shattered remnants of my once- confident beautiful- visage A mask porcelain delicate, yet strong Now broken. Always Broken? Tears run dry. Reflecting reality my reality
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Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
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