The Broken Mirror

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Countless shards rest broken in place

1, 2, 3, 4

I can see my shattered face

As my blood drips down to the floor

I think to myself "why is this still here?"

It'd been hanging there for over a year

But I had been using the shards

to make a bloody smear

Because I couldn't figure it out

Why did we exist?

Why are we here?

What would happen if we were to disappear?

So I kept the mirror around

It's broken beyond useless

But so are we. 

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