broken mirror

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By Shnu

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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