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BrokenA broken mirror, Twisted features, A life, and dreams, Torn to piecesBroken
Lying by the roadside, A girl without a hope, With nothing left inside her, Sobbing there.
The mirror her reality, Her link to all that mattered, Distorted her reflection, The mirror, Shattered.
A helping hand, Warm to the touch, Brushed away, Not knowing what it is.
Tears fall, Salty and wet, Across the mirror they spread, An ocean of sadness.
She saw herself, Distant, scarred. Wondered who she was now,
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- Current Residence: New Zealand
- Interests: Animals,Animes,Japan,Photography
- Favourite band or musician: Too many to name
- Favourite artist: My Friends Tc and Rini =)
- Favourite style of art: I love it all
- MSN: amydonteatknives@hotmail.com
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Punch your lights out, Hit the pavement, That's wot I call entertainment
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Exploring photographic opportunities.
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Punch your lights out, Hit the pavement, That's wot I call entertainment
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Exploring photographic opportunities.
and I thought I watched you
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