Once I stood in front of a beautiful mirror
Everything looked perfect
One day something happened
That mirror shattered
I stared at the pieces
I looked at myself
Through the glass
I picked up the pieces
Thiought I could put my mirror back together
Blood dripped from my hands
I didn't want my fantasy to die
I suffered through the pain
Blood stained the glass
I pasted each and every piece back
I looked at my reflection in the mirror
I'm not happy
The cracks showed ugliness
They showed reality
They showed that I no longer live in a fake world
That I must accept life is a cruel
That I don't live in a fairytale
Woke up to a whole new world
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