so the mirror
finally shattered
and we're trying to
pick up the broken pieces
without cutting ourselves
and we're trying to make the pieces fit
without breaking more of the mirror
-fragile
YOU ARE READING
black roses painted red.
Poetrythis is a book that i have poured my heart, soul and all my vulnerabilities into. thank you for being my home and holding my heart when no one else did. i hope when you read this that you can connect with me and the others who have read this, i hope...
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so the mirror
finally shattered
and we're trying to
pick up the broken pieces
without cutting ourselves
and we're trying to make the pieces fit
without breaking more of the mirror
-fragile
