oneseventyfive

Standing around the halo
of broken mirror shards
and bloody knuckles,
she cries her heart out.
She is just as broken as
the mirror, but that doesn't
matter, for no one will
pick her up but herself,
so as she crumbles and
breaks, she takes a razor
and all of her itty bitty
pieces and puts them
back together and
cuts the feelings away.

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