Shards

There's nothing left to say Everything felt hollow Like empty glass bottles Left lying around the corner Waiting to be shattered and thrown Time passed and I saw shards scattered All over the place, this unlikely image A phantom of what was once a lovely figure That painted smiles to the faces of many And served as a crying shoulder To those who were broken and hurt The image echoed through my head As realizations dawned upon me I took a glimpse at the mirror And what I saw on the reflection Was a figure of an empty glass bottle Standing in front of me

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