My mind's eye, mirror to the soul,closed to the world.
No more does it cast reflections.
Darkened images of the past come to haunt. Are they real? Does the world care?
I look to my heart trying to capture past feelings, finding only shattered fragments of my former self.
I rearrange to find the mirror still cracked, a pale image I no longer resemble. Will it ever heal? Do I care to even try?
The tears, now dried, forever staining the canvas of my face. The colors have run,beyond the edge of the frame.
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