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reflection
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A sad tiny figure lays shivering on the cold floor, by dark empty silence surrounded.Her voice mumbles words so angry yet so faint , no one can hear her.
blind,stumbling through the dark she make sher way across the room and lays eyes on a broken mirror.Tears frozen in my eyes, i stare back at her through the shatered pieces of glass ... a crystal reflection that\'s broken within
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