I dont want to be the broken mirror that creates the most beautiful patterns of light for i know at the end my place would be in a trash bin. I'm trying to hold onto myself to not let them see the cracks i see in myself while i carve tears from the shards already separated. I let the memory of the past sweep by to remind me of the pieces i broke to the point of death.
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The poets and authors may keep facing tragedies for us to have wonders
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The poets and authors may keep facing tragedies for us to have wonders
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