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Her life seems infinite;

Like it will never end.

In this Urban city,

Where no one is her friend.

Music is her only escape;

She listens to it day by day.

The love of darkness is

Making it clearer.

She looks into the

Broken mirror,

Trying to figure out,

Where she went wrong,

It all comes back to her

Beautiful song.

She has to adapt to

These broken streets,

To get along even though

She is so weak.

The convergence of

Mirror and life,

Fading away from her grasp.

She always knew it couldn't...

Even...

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                                         ~Shawnee Weber

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 02, 2014 ⏰

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