Shattered Mirror
I gaze into the glass.
This chapter in my life long passed.
The eyes that stare back I know not.
I may not like it, but in life it has been my lot.
So I gaze into the mirror
And long for the days when things were clearer.
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I gaze into the glass.
This chapter in my life long passed.
The eyes that stare back I know not.
I may not like it, but in life it has been my lot.
So I gaze into the mirror
And long for the days when things were clearer.
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