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the mirrors reflection only ever spoke of her as *weak, alone, a ghost pitiful, mournful wonder-less at most* it was her place to hide but the mirror LIED she punched it with her fist until it was shattered and broken bleeding into the cracks until it became a ***reflection                  truly                           spoken***
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 6:00 AM UTC
lying piece of glass
the mirrors reflection only ever spoke of her as *weak, alone, a ghost pitiful, mournful wonder-less at most* it was her place to hide but the mirror LIED she punched it with her fist until it was shattered and broken bleeding into the cracks until it became a ***reflection                  truly                           spoken***
helen
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 6:00 AM UTC
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