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Feb 2018
He was completely different yet it seemed that he was made that way
He was sharp
All of his edges they made him stand out
He was dark but not in a bad or sadistic way
No he was the calm before the storm
He was the tidal wave before the tsunami
He was like a mirror
He had been broken in to pieces sharp yet honest
he represented years of bad luck in a pretty case
But that's what I loved
He was so different that he seemed to be made for me
He was the honest mirror and I was the victim , I had broke a mirror and paid the price
Written by
Shadowhollow  16/F/England
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