Pestimistic Reflections
The mirror
Cracked
And flawed
It was never perfect
Is anything ever?
The window
Broken
And dirty
It didn't within stand fall wind's fury
She stares into
The lake
Placid
And calm
Still she only sees her imperfections and she can not find the words
To write another wrong
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