Dirty mirror.
The key to my soul.
Because it lies.
It hides everything i do not want to see.
Oh, dirty mirrors surround the small girl.
Her dress is ripped and torn.
Stained with the blood of her sins.
How will she ever live after what happened?
When i saw him i think a part of me died inside.
Who is the writer?
Who is the story?
Who will survive, and who will die?
Dirty Mirrors will tell the truth.
The truth she hides.
The liquid glass, she reaches her hand through.
'it will be safe here' she tells herself as she leaves the room.
What did she leave there,in the dirty mirror?
Her heart?
Her pieces?
Her truth?
Her memories?
We will never know.
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