Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Who's the most broken of them all.
Who has climbed to the gods, and fallen into hell.
Who has run free for minutes, then left to rot in a cell.
Who was the fire that burned so bright.
Then became ashes in the dead of night.
Mirror, mirror on the wall who's the most broken of them all.
- Unknown
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Poems She Wrote
De TodoThis is a book of poems and quotes some written by your truly others no so much. These are not exactly happy poems so if you don't like that then bye. Just kidding, anyway hope you enjoy this better than my other writings which are crap. P.S. the on...
