Mirror.
My mirror is broken.
Cracked beyond repair.
My scars they are open.
My pain left to bare.
Through the shards I can see
A torn, broken me.
My mirror is broken.
What would it take to piece back the pieces?
What would it take to change the reflection I see?
But for now, my mirror will stay broken.
Because what is broken is me.
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