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[title] => A Shattered Mirror
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[bodytext] => A shattered mirror A bloodied hand An endless stream of tears A frightened girl who has Just relized hear worst fears Her life was like an endless fantasy A loving family and her prince charming But when this fantasy turns dark And her knight in shinning armor Has left her cold and in the dark Her family life has disappeared Then where does she turn But to the mirror on the wall "Mirror, Mirror on the wall please... oh please... tell me what i did wrong My family has left and my prince charming is long gone so please tell me what i did wrong" The mirror is silient but only for a minute the a voice echoes her worst fears "My young child for ye see this is a test life has given ye. For ye must be alone for being alone is sometimes the only way for ye to learn and grow" She wouldn't believe it Never in her little fantasy world was she ever lone She looked back into the mirror and saw what scared her the most The one fear she kept locked inside away frome the world. She saw images of a life full of loneliess and little to no love and happiness. she stammered back and shook her head and the word no repeated over and over again. But the images kept coming until there was a final crack. And there she is alone with A shattered mirror A bloodied hand And an endless stream of tears. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 206 [topic] => 32 [informant] => Suboshi [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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