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4d
The mirror broke just like her soul,
cracked and split like her heart,
but she would break it again,
so she wouldn’t see herself in the reflection,
but a cracked mirror showed you over and over,
you smaller and smaller,
but she liked it better this way,
for she did feel smaller,
she didn’t feel whole, so a broken mirror was better.

Even though she would never learn to love herself as one.
Brianna N
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Brianna N  13/F/Somewhere Else
(13/F/Somewhere Else)   
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