Broken Mirror

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By Broken Mirror

A strike, a gasp for breath, darkness screams the untold truth, the light that falls, it glitters faintly, the last hope. superstition comes into play, illusion of a guilty mind, pieces pierce my flesh, they punish me. I hoped for the lost, but it has fled from me a metaphor for my sanity.

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