Broken

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I'm just a broken mirror
Never to be fixed again
It wouldn't make a difference
Because I wouldn't be the same again.
I once hoped of being repaired, but day by day my hope slowly started to disappear until there was none left. I accepted the fact that I'd broken for eternity and so I embraced it, showed the world that I was no longer ashamed of being broken I was powerful because I learnt how to accept myself for being me,because in the end the only thing that mattered was me.



~kimanni

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