The clock ticks

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The clock ticks on the wall
slowly the time passes by
She sits alone wondering when the time for her to feel
Something will come
She stares at the clock hoping for an hour a minute or even any second to pass that something great will come or bloom
She looks in the mirror nd speaks to her reflection
"We look like something died inside" nd her reflection spoke back "baby girl something did"nd showed her their heart  in a million pieces!
She look at it nd cried
She fell to the floor not knowing what to do every time she looked someone she loved nd trusted died or hurt her
She tried her best to forget and forgive but every time she did it came back to her ten times worst
Her reflection picked her up and said "baby girl pick your head up your crown is falling ,just remember every time something bad happens I'm always her with you today tomorrow and forever no one will ever love you more than I do if you can't love us I'll love us for you
She smiled nd looked at the clock and said "I knew something great was gonna happen" and picked up the piece of her heart nd glue it back together with her reflection

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