I've been looking in the mirror for so long. That I've come to believe my soul is on the other side. All the little pieces falling, shatter. Shards of me, too sharp to put back together. Too small to matter, but big enough to cut me into so many little pieces. If I try to touch him, and I bleed, I bleed, and I breathe, I breathe no more.

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