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Aug 2019
I stare at my tired reflection in the mirror.
It being broken. Shattered if you will.
Belonging to no one.

I smile.
I flash that charming grin. Trying to convince myself i'm okay.

But then, my face falls.
Tears overlapping my eyes.
Making them look like those of an untouched doll.

The power. Oh the power you have on me right now.
You don't even know.
Em
Written by
Em  you tell me.
(you tell me.)   
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   Jacob Reilly
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