The Mirror
by Jacob allen Jul 20, 2012
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In my life time, I find that at times, I'm standing on glass that's about to shatter. I can't see the cracking, but i hear the chatter. I am tired and become still, tired in will, not wanting to do anything, for I wonder what pain each broken piece will bring. For with each cry I wonder after the crashing down, when I am found, will I survive... this time. |
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12 years ago
Good work man I see some potential, if I could just make a small suggestion: "For with each cry 'I wonder with time'--"
But good keep it up.
For the one looking at a broken mirror.
