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The cracked screen is staring at me Each line a show of mistakes The black mirror has ruptured And my armour inside breaks From a centre, each hairline starts As the fractures spill further out They can't be brought back in As my core fills with doubt I've turned it into a metaphor It's my own head to blame But it still serves a reminder Of my struggles, of my shame The marks match my arms The dent is in my head I know I'll move past this But I still feel like **** I stare at the cracked screen I will find the solution I have dealt with worse before I can be better than my delusion
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Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 7:30 AM UTC
Cracked
The cracked screen is staring at me Each line a show of mistakes The black mirror has ruptured And my armour inside breaks From a centre, each hairline starts As the fractures spill further out They can't be brought back in As my core fills with doubt I've turned it into a metaphor It's my own head to blame But it still serves a reminder Of my struggles, of my shame The marks match my arms The dent is in my head I know I'll move past this But I still feel like **** I stare at the cracked screen I will find the solution I have dealt with worse before I can be better than my delusion
Broke my phone, ended up being a reflection of other things
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25/M/Milton Keynes
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 7:30 AM UTC
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