I live in a world of shattered mirrors.
My heart is jagged and tattered pieces scattered across the floor.
I am the disaster you've made.
You build your strength from my pain.
Compressing sorrow and grief into me until I can no longer breathe.
You sit and watch me drown in my own storm.
Allow my thoughts to turn into bitter cold winds.
Not until then do you realize I'm too numb to realize the state I'm in.
Not until then do you start to care.
By then it's too late.
I'm already gone.
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