Emotional struggle with my inner most self
The sharp main pain of agony with my thoughts
Trying not to think about it

It's to late I cant go back
Pieces of me lay on the ground
I'm split in between two worlds

I cant catch my breath
I no longer feel divine
Every tour feels tainted with

Anguish fills my very matter
Seeing them makes life so much pain sometimes

BREAK THE GLASS
SHATTER THE MIRRORS
The own reflection and the though of what I'm doing makes my mind go
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