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It all started with a marvel
A flashing gaze
The one that shows the fairest of them all
The one that shows the truth
The one that sees in the light
A path to Wonderland
She shows a reflection of what you are
A looking glass self
She makes a room bigger
She is a good listener
She makes you adore yourself
Once her heart is broken she is never the same
It hurts her
She is dying
Aspirational hate of killing herself
Watching her eyes bleed on the 3rd count of bloody Mary
Her reflections bringing down all the dominoes in its raging course
Blinded by the darkness
Peace is a far cry
At the crack of dawn
When the dust settles
Thick petrichor still perceived from the heated skirmish
All to no avail
We all return to dust
We are all reflections of ourselves
Then why the killing
Why do we hurt ourselves
Are we all pieces of a broken glass
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