04-20-2022
The mirror cracked,
with the BURDEN of my mistakes.
Felt the cracks reach my soul—
as I GAZE upon the beauty,
that is short lived.
Blood seeped
within the crevice —
I watch in SILENCE and AGONY
for something of beauty
WITHER before me.
-MikaelVenFilia
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