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� Mirror mirror on the wall.. �
A professed love, a divine juvenile fantasy.
I loved her for the reflection she painted for me..
for the light shone into my eyes.
And so I gazed at the mirror,
never once realizing it�s me.
Pity�
For soon, the earth shook..
My mirror fell..
Crashed down into a million worthless pieces.
Slashed open my heart.
Bled my body.
I cried.. for I could no longer see myself.
..A lonely star in an endless black sky..
-Lacking perspective, direction.
The tears soon dried, hardened my dark skin..
..romantisizing my pain.
..desperate screams for sympathy.
I gathered pieces of my beloved mirror
..that cut into my fingers mercilessly.
The pain reminded me of that fateful day.
..helped me try and remember..
But soon, the fingers numbed,
and I could pain no more.
My screams echoed away..ebbed away into a distant recent past.
I dared to see.. opened my eyes at last.
A tear lay naked on the harsh ground.
I looked close.. saw myself.
�A stranger sheltering in familiarity.
I took a step into maturity..
..A world of regret and hatred.
Antagonism seeps into my veins
..poisons my humility.
A cancerous ego culminates.
..thorns on a delicate red rose� weighing down upon my roots.
In a fit of rage, I throw away what remains of my beloved mirror..
But the glass can break no more..
Cuts me instead.
Regret befriends my loneliness,
and I crave to ask once more�
�Mirror, mirror on the wall��
What stayed with you?
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Yahooarchive~2001-2003this is simply beautiful!!
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