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Broken Mirror

Broken Mirror

I sit here in the corner of this empty room

ThinkingĀ 

Maybe it'd be better

If I just awaited my doom

Even when I think,

About cutting myself fucked

I see the therapist and feel like an oyster

being shucked

I grab a piece of wood

And cut deeper than I should

What have I done?

I really want to run

Instead, I stand in front of the mirror

And bash my in it

Trying to see someone worth while

But all I really see

Are broken pieces of who I used to be

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Devon La Porte

Hi Aurora, writing this is a better vice than watching your reflection bleed, please do this from now on instead. Your battle in the mirror is well heard here. And your fourteenth line did you mean to say and bash my head in it, im pretty sure thats it. Well done keep writing.

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Dameon Farris

Wow Aurora this is so powerful and I trully love the picture you chose to symbolises this most powerful poem I mean this poem is so moving and personal that it's relatable and intriguing and captivating thank you for sharing :DĀ 

-giving up doesnt always mean ur weak. sometimes it just means your strong enough to let go.Ā 

~ a wise manĀ 

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