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3d
I grasp onto something I cannot hold
I kept it close, and even in the dark it would glow
Only for me it says
My only, it pleads for me to listen
But I can't hear
The buzzing in my head gets louder
And suddenly there isn't any me left when I look to the mirror
I beg I plead
With nothing to respond
And the little glow was gone
Was it worth it in the end for the small spark of light
My hands bloodied from the glass
A Torn Memory
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A Torn Memory  16/Gender Fluid
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