- This broken being.
- This empty entity.
- This shadowed soul.
Who am I?
- But dismantled now.
The shattered mirror,
Lies amongst the nights stars.
It glimmers in each pieces shard,
Tells the tale a thousand ways.
Each one is different,
All ending the same.
Unfortunate.
Disbelief.
Abandonment.
Take a shard,
From ground so cold.
Take a shard,
Let it go.
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