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Sep 2015
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
Dior
Written by
Dior  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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