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A fist connected to my hand burst through the mirror.

Through cracked pieces,

I make out the figure that appears to be myself.

That monster staring back at me in the mirror can't be me..

Messy hair. Abundant make-up. Bloody knuckles.

This is what I happened to amount to.

How was I so carelessly clumsy,

To destroy myself?

All off of the words you left me.

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