broken mirror, by Shnu
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hurt, guilt, fear, frustration
all messed up like a constellation
expanding out like a big balloon
like a bubble gum, it will pop soon
where will all the shattered pieces fly?
it all breaks down as i start to cry
looking all around my room
pieces from my never-ending doom
trying to fit them back together
but i know they'll stay like that forever
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Posted: 2005-01-23 23:35:38 UTC |
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